text_original: Scatter ashes on thy head, Tears of burning sorrow shed, Earth! and be by pity led To Love's fold; Ere they block the very door With lean corpses of the poor, And will hush for naught but gore,   Hunger and Cold!
text_transcription: SCATTER ASHES ON THY HEAD TEARS OF BURNING SORROW SHED EARTH AND BE BY PITY LED TO LOVE'S FOLD ERE THEY BLOCK THE VERY DOOR WITH LEAN CORPSES OF THE POOR AND WILL HUSH FOR NAUGHT BUT GORE HUNGER AND COLD
phonemes: skˈæɾɚɹ ˈæʃᵻz ˌɔn ðˌaɪ hˈɛd, tˈɪɹz ʌv bˈɜːnɪŋ sˈɑːɹoʊ ʃˈɛd, ˈɜːθ! ænd biː baɪ pˈɪɾi lˈɛd tə lˈʌvz fˈoʊld; ˈɛɹ ðeɪ blˈɑːk ðə vˈɛɹi dˈɔːɹ wɪð lˈiːn kˈɔːɹpsᵻz ʌvðə pˈʊɹ, ænd wɪl hˈʌʃ fɔːɹ nˈɔːt bˌʌt ɡˈɔːɹ,   hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ænd kˈoʊld!