text_original: '* 3 BROKEN BRIDGES. ' We have lived too long by hill and glen, And another home we '11 search ; We '11 make our peace with the King's proud men, And be sained by Holy Church. " And we '11 have no toil but to labour the soil, And watch the good corn grow.
text_transcription: BROKEN BRIDGES WE HAVE LIVED TOO LONG BY HILL AND GLEN AND ANOTHER HOME WILL SEARCH WE'LL MAKE OUR PEACE WITH THE KING'S PROUD MEN AND BE SANED BY HOLY CHURCH AND WILL HAVE NO TOIL BUT TO LABOUR THE SOIL AND WATCH THE GOOD CORN GROW
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk θɹˈiː bɹˈoʊkən bɹˈɪdʒᵻz. wiː hæv lˈɪvd tˈuː lˈɔŋ baɪ hˈɪl ænd ɡlˈɛn, ænd ɐnˈʌðɚ hˈoʊm wiː ɪlˈɛvən sˈɜːtʃ ; wiː ɪlˈɛvən mˌeɪk ˌaʊɚ pˈiːs wɪððə kˈɪŋz pɹˈaʊd mˈɛn, ænd biː sˈeɪnd baɪ hˈoʊli tʃˈɜːtʃ. " ænd wiː ɪlˈɛvən hæv nˈoʊ tˈɔɪl bˌʌt tə lˈeɪbɚ ðə sˈɔɪl, ænd wˈɑːtʃ ðə ɡˈʊd kˈɔːɹn ɡɹˈoʊ.