text_original: II I pierce her blind In her far off home: She fixes a comb, And says in her mind, "I start in an hour; Whom shall I meet? Won't the men be sweet, And the women sour!"
text_transcription: TWO I PIERCE HER BLIND IN HER FAR OFF HOME SHE FIXES A COMB AND SAYS IN HER MIND I START IN AN HOUR WHOM SHALL I MEET WON'T THE MAN BE SWEET AND THE WOMEN SOUR
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː aɪ pˈɪɹs hɜː blˈaɪnd ɪn hɜː fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf hˈoʊm: ʃiː fˈɪksᵻz ɐ kˈoʊm, ænd sˈɛz ɪn hɜː mˈaɪnd, "aɪ stˈɑːɹt ɪn ɐn ˈaʊɚ; hˈuːm ʃˌæl aɪ mˈiːt? woʊnt ðə mˈɛn biː swˈiːt, ænd ðə wˈɪmɪn sˈaʊɚ!"