text_original: This one had ankles with which he could run— Is it a fact that a cherub has none? This one had love locks that flashed in the sun, Yes, and his lips often pouted in fun. Who was the angel that played on the street; Whose was the face I can't soil with my feet? Nobody knows; but I hope I shall meet One such a cherub in front of God's seat.
text_transcription: THIS ONE HAD ANKLES WITH WHICH HE COULD RUN IS IT A FACT THAT A CHERUB HAS NONE THIS ONE HAD LOVE LOCKS THAT FLASHED IN THE SUN YES AND HIS LIPS OFTEN POUTED IN FUN WHO WAS THE ANGEL THAT PLAYED ON THE STREET WHOSE WAS THE FACE I CAN'T SOIL WITH MY FEET NOBODY KNOWS BUT I HOPE I SHALL MEET ONE SUCH A CHERUB IN FRONT OF GOD'S SEAT
phonemes: ðˈɪswˌʌn hæd ˈæŋkəlz wɪð wˌɪtʃ hiː kʊd ɹˈʌn— ɪz ɪɾ ɐ fˈækt ðˌæɾə tʃˈɛɹʌb hɐz nˈʌn? ðˈɪswˌʌn hæd lˈʌv lˈɑːks ðæt flˈæʃt ɪnðə sˈʌn, jˈɛs, ænd hɪz lˈɪps ˈɔfən pˈaʊɾᵻd ɪn fˈʌn. hˌuː wʌzðɪ ˈeɪndʒəl ðæt plˈeɪd ɔnðə stɹˈiːt; hˌuːz wʌzðə fˈeɪs aɪ kˈænt sˈɔɪl wɪð maɪ fˈiːt? nˈoʊbɑːdi nˈoʊz; bˌʌt aɪ hˈoʊp aɪʃˌɐl mˈiːt wˈʌn sˈʌtʃ ɐ tʃˈɛɹʌb ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv ɡˈɑːdz sˈiːt.