text_original: Then rose a voice that sang its song. And soft it sang and low : " Oh ! better it were in the greenwood there, If you and I should go ; 71 ** Oh ! better it were by bracken and bush, Than in castle and castle hall, And to wander at will o'er plain and hill, And among the good trees tall ; " And better the breath of the woodland air. That is sweet as honey to lip.
text_transcription: THEN ROSE A VOICE THAT SANG ITS SONG AND SOFT IT SANG AND LO OH BETTER IT WERE IN THE GREEN WOOD THERE IF YOU AND I SHOULD GO OH BETTER IT WERE BY BRACKEN AND BUSH THAN IN CASTLE AND CASTLE HALL AND TO WANDER AT WILL OR PLAIN AND HILL AND AMONG THE GOOD TREES TALL AND BETTER THE BREATH OF THE WOODLAND AIR THAT IS SWEET AS HONEY TO LIP
phonemes: ðˈɛn ɹˈoʊz ɐ vˈɔɪs ðæt sˈæŋ ɪts sˈɔŋ. ænd sˈɔft ɪt sˈæŋ ænd lˈoʊ : " ˈoʊ ! bˈɛɾɚɹ ɪt wɜːɹ ɪnðə ɡɹˈiːnwʊd ðˈɛɹ, ɪf juː ænd aɪ ʃˌʊd ɡˈoʊ ; sˈɛvənti wˈʌn ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ˈoʊ ! bˈɛɾɚɹ ɪt wɜː baɪ bɹˈækən ænd bˈʊʃ, ðɐn ɪn kˈæsəl ænd kˈæsəl hˈɔːl, ænd tə wˈɔndɚɹ ɐtwˈɪl ˈɔːɹ plˈeɪn ænd hˈɪl, ænd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡˈʊd tɹˈiːz tˈɔːl ; " ænd bˈɛɾɚ ðə bɹˈɛθ ʌvðə wˈʊdlənd ˈɛɹ. ðæt ɪz swˈiːt æz hˈʌni tə lˈɪp.