text_original: Yet think not I would have it otherwise ! Our God, who knoweth women's hearts, knows best  And every little bird must build its nest From whence it soareth, singing, to the skies.
text_transcription: YET THINK NOT I WOULD HAVE IT OTHERWISE OUR GOD WHO KNOWETH WOMEN'S HEARTS KNOWS BEST AND EVERY LITTLE BIRD MUST BUILD ITS NEST FROM WHENCE IT SOARETH SINGING TO THE SKIES
phonemes: jˈɛt θˈɪŋk nˌɑːt aɪ wʊdhɐv ɪɾ ˈʌðɚwˌaɪz ! ˌaʊɚ ɡˈɑːd, hˌuː nˈoʊəθ wˈɪmɪnz hˈɑːɹts, nˈoʊz bˈɛst ænd ˈɛvɹi lˈɪɾəl bˈɜːd mˈʌst bˈɪld ɪts nˈɛst fɹʌm wˈɛns ɪt sˈɔːɹəθ, sˈɪŋɪŋ, tə ðə skˈaɪz.