text_original: The rich man's son inherits wants, His stomach craves for dainty fare; With silted heart he hears the pants Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare, And wearies in his easy chair; A heritage it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee.
text_transcription: THE RICH MAN'S SON INHERITS WANTS HIS STOMACH CRAVES FOR DAINTY FAIR WITH SATED HEART HE HEARS THE PANTS OF TOILING HINDS WITH BROWN ARMS BARE AND WEARIES IN HIS EASY CHAIR A HERITAGE IT SEEMS TO ME ONE SCARCE WOULD WISH TO HOLD IN FEE
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɪtʃ mˈænz sˈʌn ɪnhˈɛɹɪts wˈɔnts, hɪz stˈʌmək kɹˈeɪvz fɔːɹ dˈeɪnti fˈɛɹ; wɪð sˈɪltᵻd hˈɑːɹt hiː hˈɪɹz ðə pˈænts ʌv tˈɔɪlɪŋ hˈaɪndz wɪð bɹˈaʊn ˈɑːɹmz bˈɛɹ, ænd wˈɪɹiz ɪn hɪz ˈiːzi tʃˈɛɹ; ɐ hˈɛɹɪɾɪdʒ ɪt sˈiːmz tə mˌiː, wˈʌn skˈɛɹs wʊd wˈɪʃ tə hˈoʊld ɪn fˈiː.