text_original: Methinks I hear some sprightly youth His mournful state condole: "Oh, that my tender parents knew The anguish of my soul! "But oh! there's none to save my life, Or heed my dreadful fear; I see the tomahawk and knife, And the more glittering spear.
text_transcription: METHINKS I HEAR SOME SPRIGHTLY YOUTH HIS MOURNFUL STATE CONDOLE OH THAT MY TENDER PARENTS KNEW THE ANGUISH OF MY SOUL BUT OH THERE'S NONE TO SAVE MY LIFE OR HEED MY DREADFUL FEAR I SEE THE TOMAHAWK A KNIFE AND THE MORE GLITTERING SPEAR
phonemes: miːθˈɪŋks aɪ hˈɪɹ sˌʌm spɹˈaɪtli jˈuːθ hɪz mˈɔːɹnfəl stˈeɪt kəndˈoʊl: "ˈoʊ, ðæt maɪ tˈɛndɚ pˈɛɹənts nˈuː ðɪ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ʌv maɪ sˈoʊl! "bˌʌt ˈoʊ! ðɛɹz nˈʌn tə sˈeɪv maɪ lˈaɪf, ɔːɹ hˈiːd maɪ dɹˈɛdfəl fˈɪɹ; aɪ sˈiː ðə tˈɑːmɐhˌɔːk ænd nˈaɪf, ænd ðə mˈɔːɹ ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ spˈɪɹ.