text_original: Sisters two, all praise to you, With your faces pinched and blue; To the poor man you've been true From of old: You can speak the keenest word, You are sure of being heard, From the point you're never stirred, Hunger and Cold!
text_transcription: SISTERS TOO ALL PRAISE TO YOU WITH YOUR FACES PINCHED AND BLUE TO THE POOR MEN YOU'VE BEEN TRUE FROM OF OLD YOU CAN SPEAK THE KEENEST WORD YOU ARE SURE OF BEING HEARD FROM THE POINT YOU'RE NEVER STIRRED HUNGER AND COLD
phonemes: sˈɪstɚz tˈuː, ˈɔːl pɹˈeɪz tə juː, wɪð jʊɹ fˈeɪsᵻz pˈɪntʃt ænd blˈuː; tə ðə pˈʊɹ mˈæn juːv bˌɪn tɹˈuː fɹʌm ʌv ˈoʊld: juː kæn spˈiːk ðə kˈiːnɪst wˈɜːd, juː ɑːɹ ʃˈʊɹ ʌv bˌiːɪŋ hˈɜːd, fɹʌmðə pˈɔɪnt jʊɹ nˈɛvɚ stˈɜːd, hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ænd kˈoʊld!