text_original: Oh, the sting o' the cowld Of the face of himself against mine ! Oh, the chill o' the mould On the cheeks o' my babies, it froze an' it killed me outright An' I fell on my face in a heap, an' I lay there all night.
text_transcription: OH THE STING OF THE COLD OF THE FACE OF HIMSELF AGAINST MINE OH THE CHILL OF THE MOULD ON THE CHEEKS OF MY BABIES IT FROZE AND IT KILLED ME OUTRIGHT AND I FELL ON MY FACE IN A HEAP AND I LAY THERE ALL NIGHT
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ðə stˈɪŋ ˈoʊ ðə kˈaʊld ʌvðə fˈeɪs ʌv hɪmsˈɛlf ɐɡˈɛnst mˈaɪn ! ˈoʊ, ðə tʃˈɪl ˈoʊ ðə mˈoʊld ɔnðə tʃˈiːks ˈoʊ maɪ bˈeɪbiz, ɪt fɹˈoʊz æn ɪt kˈɪld mˌiː aʊtɹˈaɪt æn aɪ fˈɛl ˌɔn maɪ fˈeɪs ɪn ɐ hˈiːp, æn aɪ lˈeɪ ðɛɹ ˈɔːl nˈaɪt.