text_original: Pile up the broken wood, sweet maid. And make the night yield room ; For who shall say in forest glade. What strange things walk the gloom ? YEA AND NAY. For she said nay, and I said yea, And we parted with frown and tear ; And I turned away on that very day, And lost my only dear.
text_transcription: PILE UP THE BROKEN WOOD SWEET MAID AND MAKE THE NIGHT YIELD ROOM FOR WHO SHALL SAY IN FOREST GLADE WHAT STRANGE THINGS WALK THE GLOOM YEA AND NAY FOR SHE SAID NAY AND I SAID YEA AND WE PARTED WITH FROWN AND TEAR AND I TURNED AWAY ON THAT VERY DAY AND LOST MY ONLY DEAR
phonemes: pˈaɪl ˌʌp ðə bɹˈoʊkən wˈʊd, swˈiːt mˈeɪd. ænd mˌeɪk ðə nˈaɪt jˈiːld ɹˈuːm ; fɔːɹ hˌuː ʃˌæl sˈeɪ ɪn fˈɔːɹɪst ɡlˈeɪd. wˌʌt stɹˈeɪndʒ θˈɪŋz wˈɔːk ðə ɡlˈuːm ? jˈeɪ ænd nˈeɪ. fɔːɹ ʃiː sˈɛd nˈeɪ, ænd aɪ sˈɛd jˈeɪ, ænd wiː pˈɑːɹɾᵻd wɪð fɹˈaʊn ænd tˈɪɹ ; ænd aɪ tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ ˌɔn ðæt vˈɛɹi dˈeɪ, ænd lˈɔst maɪ ˈoʊnli dˈɪɹ.