text_original: " It is Sassard and no other, then," her noble guard  ian cried ; " There is craft in yonder summons," and he rung his sword beside. " To the walls, ye sons of Germain ! and as each would hold his life From the bitter shame of falsehood, let us hold our master's wife."
text_transcription: IT IS SASSARD AND NO OTHER THEN HER NOBLE GUARDIAN CRIED THERE IS CRAFT IN YONDER SUMMONS AND HE WRUNG HIS SWORD BESIDE TO THE WALLS YE SONS OF GERMAIN AND AS EACH WOULD HOLD HIS LIFE FROM THE BITTER SHAME OF FALSEHOOD LET US HOLD OUR MASTER'S WIFE
phonemes: " ɪɾ ɪz sˈæsɚd ænd nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ, ðˈɛn," hɜː nˈoʊbəl ɡˈɑːɹd ˈiːən kɹˈaɪd ; " ðɛɹ ɪz kɹˈæft ɪn jˈɑːndɚ sˈʌmənz," ænd hiː ɹˈʌŋ hɪz sˈɔːɹd bᵻsˈaɪd. " tə ðə wˈɔːlz, jiː sˈʌnz ʌv dʒˈɜːmeɪn ! ænd æz ˈiːtʃ wʊd hˈoʊld hɪz lˈaɪf fɹʌmðə bˈɪɾɚ ʃˈeɪm ʌv fˈɔlshʊd, lˈɛt ˌʌs hˈoʊld ˌaʊɚ mˈæstɚz wˈaɪf."