text_original: Oh, there's naught else so dreary In household kingdom found As a cold and sullen kettle That does not make a sound. And I think that love is lacking In the hearts in such a spot, Or the kettle would be singing And the water would be hot.
text_transcription: OH THERE'S NOUGHT ELSE SO DREARY IN HOUSEHOLD KINGDOM FOUND AS A COLD AND SULLEN KETTLE THAT DOES NOT MAKE A SOUND AND I THINK THAT LOVE IS LACKING IN THE HEARTS IN SUCH A SPOT OR THE CATTLE WOULD BE SINGING AND THE WATER WOULD BE HOT
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ðɛɹz nˈɔːt ˈɛls sˌoʊ dɹˈɪɹi ɪn hˈaʊshoʊld kˈɪŋdəm fˈaʊnd æz ɐ kˈoʊld ænd sˈʌlən kˈɛɾəl ðæt dʌznˌɑːt mˌeɪk ɐ sˈaʊnd. ænd aɪ θˈɪŋk ðæt lˈʌv ɪz lˈækɪŋ ɪnðə hˈɑːɹts ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ spˈɑːt, ɔːɹ ðə kˈɛɾəl wʊd biː sˈɪŋɪŋ ænd ðə wˈɔːɾɚ wʊd biː hˈɑːt.