text_original: She looked at him with tender love and reproach, and said, 'The three blows are struck  husband, farewell!' He never saw her more, nor any of the flocks and herds she had brought him for her dowry. [Illustration: THE GWRAIG OF THE GOLDEN BOAT.
text_transcription: SHE LOOKED AT HIM WITH TENDER LOVE AND REPROACH AND SAID THE THREE BLOWS ARE STRUCK HUSBAND FAREWELL HE NEVER SAW HER MORE NOR ANY OF THE FLOCKS AND HERDS SHE HAD BROUGHT HIM FOR HER DOWRY
phonemes: ʃiː lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm wɪð tˈɛndɚ lˈʌv ænd ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃ, ænd sˈɛd, ðə θɹˈiː blˈoʊz ɑːɹ stɹˈʌk hˈʌsbənd, fɛɹwˈɛl!hiː nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː hɜː mˈɔːɹ, nˈɔːɹ ˌɛni ʌvðə flˈɑːks ænd hˈɜːdz ʃiː hæd bɹˈɔːt hˌɪm fɔːɹ hɜː dˈaʊɹi. [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: ðə dʒˈiːɹˈeɪɡ ʌvðə ɡˈoʊldən bˈoʊt.