text_original: 38 A BUTTERFLY HEART. " Your love, sweet sir, you had better save, Till the end of time may be, Or cast it abroad on wind and wave. Than give it in charge to me. ** For this heart of mine is the lightest thing. That ever breath did blow, Just a butterfly's heart to dance and to sing, As its fancies come and go."
text_transcription: A BUTTERFLY'S HEART YOUR LOVE SWEET SIR YOU HAD BETTER SAVE TILL THE END OF TIME MAY BE OR CAST IT ABROAD ON WIND AND WAVE THAN GIVE IT IN CHARGE TO ME FOR THIS HEART OF MINE IS THE LIGHTEST THING THAT EVER BREATH DID BLOW JUST A BUTTERFLY'S HEART TO DANCE AND TO SING AS ITS FANCIES COME AND GO
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt ɐ bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt. " jʊɹ lˈʌv, swˈiːt sˌɜː, juː hæd bˈɛɾɚ sˈeɪv, tˈɪl ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv tˈaɪm mˈeɪ bˈiː, ɔːɹ kˈæst ɪɾ ɐbɹˈɔːd ˌɔn wˈɪnd ænd wˈeɪv. ðɐn ɡˈɪv ɪɾ ɪn tʃˈɑːɹdʒ tə mˌiː. ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk fɔːɹ ðɪs hˈɑːɹt ʌv mˈaɪn ɪz ðə lˈaɪɾɪst θˈɪŋ. ðæt ˈɛvɚ bɹˈɛθ dˈɪd blˈoʊ, dʒˈʌst ɐ bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪz hˈɑːɹt tə dˈæns ænd tə sˈɪŋ, æz ɪts fˈænsiz kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ."