text_original: Don't you see how that old fox steals away your customers, and turns you out of your business every day, and you sit like an idle drone with your hands in your pockets ? Fie upon't ! Up, man ; rouse thyself I I'll sell to my shift before I'll be so used by that knave.'
text_transcription: DON'T YOU SEE HOW THAT OLD FOX STEALS AWAY YOUR CUSTOMERS AND TURNS YOU OUT OF YOUR BUSINESS EVERY DAY AND YOU SIT LIKE AN IDLE DRONE WITH YOUR HANDS IN YOUR POCKETS FIVE PUNT UP MAN ROUSE THYSELF I'LL SELL TO MY SHIFT BEFORE I'LL BE SO USED BY THAT KNAVE
phonemes: dˈoʊnt juː sˈiː hˌaʊ ðæt ˈoʊld fˈɑːks stˈiːlz ɐwˈeɪ jʊɹ kˈʌstəmɚz, ænd tˈɜːnz juː ˌaʊɾəv jʊɹ bˈɪznəs ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ, ænd juː sˈɪt lˈaɪk ɐn ˈaɪdəl dɹˈoʊn wɪð jʊɹ hˈændz ɪn jʊɹ pˈɑːkɪts ? fˈaɪ ˈʌpɑːnt ! ˈʌp, mˈæn ; ɹˈaʊz ðaɪsˈɛlf aɪ aɪl sˈɛl tə maɪ ʃˈɪft bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪl biː sˌoʊ jˈuːzd baɪ ðæt nˈeɪv.