text_original: For I have a bride in the fairy hill, And her I cannot leave ? " And these others of yours, who are far above  Oh ! small is their count of me, For they think it a sin to give their love, Except where the broad lands be. *' But she loves not so, for her heart within Is truer than gold can be. And she only cares my love to win, And return it in love to me.
text_transcription: FOR I HAVE A BRIDE IN THE FAIRY HILL AND HER I CANNOT LEAVE AND THESE OTHERS OF YOURS WHO ARE FAR ABOVE O SMALL IS THEIR COUNT OF ME FOR THEY THINK IT IS SIN TO GIVE THEIR LOVE EXCEPT WHERE THE BROAD LANDS BE BUT SHE LOVES NOT SO FOR HER HEART WITHIN IS TRUER THAN GOLD CAN BE AND SHE ONLY CARES MY LOVE TO WIN AND RETURN IT IN LOVE TO ME
phonemes: fɔːɹ aɪ hæv ɐ bɹˈaɪd ɪnðə fˈɛɹi hˈɪl, ænd hɜːɹ aɪ kænˈɑːt lˈiːv ? " ænd ðiːz ˈʌðɚz ʌv jˈɔːɹz, hˌuː ɑːɹ fˈɑːɹ əbˌʌv ˈoʊ ! smˈɔːl ɪz ðɛɹ kˈaʊnt ʌv mˌiː, fɔːɹ ðeɪ θˈɪŋk ɪɾ ɐ sˈɪn tə ɡˈɪv ðɛɹ lˈʌv, ɛksˈɛpt wˌɛɹ ðə bɹˈɔːd lˈændz bˈiː. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk bˌʌt ʃiː lˈʌvz nˌɑːt sˈoʊ, fɔːɹ hɜː hˈɑːɹt wɪðˌɪn ɪz tɹˈuːɚ ðɐn ɡˈoʊld kæn bˈiː. ænd ʃiː ˈoʊnli kˈɛɹz maɪ lˈʌv tə wˈɪn, ænd ɹᵻtˈɜːn ɪɾ ɪn lˈʌv tə mˌiː.