text_original: I well deserve my wretched fate, no one can pity me, To think that I in cold blood could take the life away; I took a stake out of the hedge and hit on the head, My cruel blows I did repeat until she were dead.
text_transcription: I WELL DESERVE MY WRETCHED FATE AND NO ONE CAN PITY ME TO THINK THAT I IN COLD BLOOD COULD TAKE THE LIFE AWAY I TOOK A STAKE OUT OF THE HEDGE AND HIT ON THE HEAD MY CRUEL BLOWS I DID REPEAT UNTIL SHE WERE DEAD
phonemes: aɪ wˈɛl dɪzˈɜːv maɪ ɹˈɛtʃᵻd fˈeɪt, nˈoʊwˈʌn kæn pˈɪɾi mˌiː, tə θˈɪŋk ðæt aɪ ɪn kˈoʊld blˈʌd kʊd tˈeɪk ðə lˈaɪf ɐwˈeɪ; aɪ tˈʊk ɐ stˈeɪk ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈɛdʒ ænd hˈɪt ɔnðə hˈɛd, maɪ kɹˈuːəl blˈoʊz aɪ dˈɪd ɹᵻpˈiːt ʌntˈɪl ʃiː wɜː dˈɛd.