text_original: i65 THE BRIDE WHO WAS FEY. " Thou hast stolen my love with thy pretty face, And thy cheeks so pink to see ; And he kissed you there at the very same place, That his kisses were given to me. " Thou hast stolen my love with thy laugh so gay, But little the gain shall be — From the bridal dress that thou wearest to day. They shall fashion the shroud for thee.
text_transcription: THE BRIDE WHO WAS FAIR THOU HAST STOLEN MY LOVE WITH THY PRETTY FACE AND THY CHEEK SO PINK TO SEE AND HE KISSED YOU THERE AT THE VERY SAME PLACE THAT HIS KISSES WERE GIVEN TO ME THOU HAST STOLEN MY LOVE WITH THY LAUGH SO GAY BUT LITTLE THE GAIN SHALL BE FROM THE BRIDAL DRESS THAT THOU WEAREST TO DAY THEY SHALL FASHION THE SHROUD FOR THEE
phonemes: ˈaɪ sˈɪksti fˈaɪv ðə bɹˈaɪd hˌuː wʌz fˈeɪ. " ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst stˈoʊlən maɪ lˈʌv wɪð ðˌaɪ pɹˈɪɾi fˈeɪs, ænd ðˌaɪ tʃˈiːks sˌoʊ pˈɪŋk tə sˈiː ; ænd hiː kˈɪst juː ðɛɹ æt ðə vˈɛɹi sˈeɪm plˈeɪs, ðæt hɪz kˈɪsᵻz wɜː ɡˈɪvən tə mˌiː. " ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst stˈoʊlən maɪ lˈʌv wɪð ðˌaɪ lˈæf sˌoʊ ɡˈeɪ, bˌʌt lˈɪɾəl ðə ɡˈeɪn ʃˌæl bˈiː — fɹʌmðə bɹˈaɪdəl dɹˈɛs ðæt ðˈaʊ wˈɛɹɪst tə dˈeɪ. ðeɪ ʃˌæl fˈæʃən ðə ʃɹˈaʊd fɔːɹ ðˈiː.