text_original: — "Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she. —"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak, But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek, And your little gloves fit as on any la dy!"
text_transcription: SOME POLISH IS GAINED WITH ONE'S RUIN SAID SHE YOUR HANDS WERE LIKE PAWS THEN YOUR FACE BLUE AND BLEAK BUT NOW I'M BEWITCHED BY YOUR DELICATE CHEEK AND YOUR LITTLE GLOVES FIT US ON ANY LADY
phonemes: — "sˌʌm pˈɑːlɪʃ ɪz ɡˈeɪnd wɪð wˈʌnz ɹˈuːɪn," sˈɛd ʃiː. —"jʊɹ hˈændz wɜː lˈaɪk pˈɔːz ðˈɛn, jʊɹ fˈeɪs blˈuː ænd blˈiːk, bˌʌt nˈaʊ aɪm bᵻwˈɪtʃt baɪ jʊɹ dˈɛlᵻkət tʃˈiːk, ænd jʊɹ lˈɪɾəl ɡlˈʌvz fˈɪt æz ˌɔn ˌɛni lˌæ dˈaɪ!"