text_original: Rude comparisons you draw, Words refuse to sate your maw, Your gaunt limbs the cobweb law Cannot hold: You 're not clogged with foolish pride, But can seize a right denied; Somehow God is on your side, Hunger and Cold!
text_transcription: RUDE COMPARISONS YOU DRAW WORDS REFUSE TO SATE YOUR MORE YOUR GAUNT LIMBS THE COBWEB LAW CANNOT HOLD YOU ARE NOT CLOGGED WITH FOOLISH PRIDE BUT CAN SEIZE THE RIGHT DENIED SOMEHOW GOD IS ON YOUR SIDE HUNGER AND COLD
phonemes: ɹˈuːd kəmpˈæɹɪsənz juː dɹˈɔː, wˈɜːdz ɹᵻfjˈuːz tə sˈeɪt jʊɹ mˈɔː, jʊɹ ɡˈɔːnt lˈɪmz ðə kˈɑːbwɛb lˈɔː kænˈɑːt hˈoʊld: juː ɹˌiː nˌɑːt klˈɑːɡd wɪð fˈuːlɪʃ pɹˈaɪd, bˌʌt kæn sˈiːz ɐ ɹˈaɪt dᵻnˈaɪd; sˈʌmhaʊ ɡˈɑːd ɪz ˌɔn jʊɹ sˈaɪd, hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ænd kˈoʊld!