text_original: Can it be she is thinking of them, Her face is so proud and so still, And her lashes are moistened with tears? Ho, little ones! pluck at her hem, Her lap with your jollity fill, And ask of her thoughts and her fears.
text_transcription: CAN IT BE SHE IS THINKINGING OF THEM HER FACE IS SO PROUD AND SO STILL AND HER LASHES ARE MOISTENED WITH TEARS HO LITTLE ONES PLUCK AT HER HEM HER LAP WITH YOUR JOLLITY FILL AND ASK OF HER THOUGHTS AND FEARS
phonemes: kæn ɪt biː ʃiː ɪz θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv ðˌɛm, hɜː fˈeɪs ɪz sˌoʊ pɹˈaʊd ænd sˌoʊ stˈɪl, ænd hɜː lˈæʃᵻz ɑːɹ mˈɔɪsənd wɪð tˈɪɹz? hˈoʊ, lˈɪɾəl wˌʌnz! plˈʌk æt hɜː hˈɛm, hɜː lˈæp wɪð jʊɹ dʒˈɑːlᵻɾi fˈɪl, ænd ˈæsk ʌv hɜː θˈɔːts ænd hɜː fˈɪɹz.