text_original: Life is a race  but yet, before You curse your luck, _are_ these the winners? * * * * * And so, old friend, content I jog Along, amidst life's hurry skurry, And smoke my bird's eye, sip my grog, Without a care or thought to worry.
text_transcription: LIFE IS A RACE BUT YET BEFORE YOU CURSE YOUR LUCK ARE THESE THE WINNERS AND SO OLD FRIEND CONTENT I JOG ALONG AMIDST LIFE'S HURRY SCURRY AND SMOKE MY BIRD'S EYE SIP MY GROG WITHOUT A CARE OR THOUGHT TO WORRY
phonemes: lˈaɪf ɪz ɐ ɹˈeɪs bˌʌt jˈɛt, bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː kˈɜːs jʊɹ lˈʌk, ɑːɹ ðiːz ðə wˈɪnɚz? ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ænd sˈoʊ, ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd, kˈɑːntɛnt aɪ dʒˈɑːɡ ɐlˈɔŋ, ɐmˈɪdst lˈaɪfz hˈɜːɹi skˈɜːɹi, ænd smˈoʊk maɪ bˈɜːdz ˈaɪ, sˈɪp maɪ ɡɹˈɑːɡ, wɪðˌaʊt ɐ kˈɛɹ ɔːɹ θˈɔːt tə wˈʌɹi.