text_original: In the way of a King rode he ! One morning I missed that bright wee face, — I Ve seen it no more since then ; And oh ! in my heart is a hidden place. Which bleeds just now and again.
text_transcription: IN THE WAY OF A KING RODE HE ONE MORNING I MISSED THAT BRIGHT WEE FACE I'VE SEEN IT NO MORE SINCE THEN AND OH IN MY HEART IS A HIDDEN PLACE WHICH BLEEDS JUST NOW AND AGAIN
phonemes: ɪnðə wˈeɪ əvə kˈɪŋ ɹˈoʊd hiː ! wˈʌn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ aɪ mˈɪst ðæt bɹˈaɪt wˈiː fˈeɪs, — aɪ vˈiː sˈiːn ɪt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ sˈɪns ðˈɛn ; ænd ˈoʊ ! ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz ɐ hˈɪdən plˈeɪs. wˌɪtʃ blˈiːdz dʒˈʌst nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn.