text_original: Small matter 'twere if Betty Zane, A useless woman, should be slain; But death, if dealt on one of those, Gives too much vantage to our foes." Her father smiled with pleasure grim   Her pluck gave painful pride to him; And while her brothers clamored "No!" He uttered, "Boys, let Betty go!
text_transcription: SMALL MATTER TWERE IF BETTY ZAIN A USELESS WOMAN SHOULD BE SLAIN BUT DEATH IF DEALT ON ONE OF THOSE GIVES TOO MUCH VANTAGE TO OUR FOES HER FATHER SMILED WITH PLEASURE GRIM HER PLUCK GAVE PAINFUL PRIDE TO HIM AND WHEN HER BROTHERS CLAMORED NO HE UTTERED BOYS LET BETTY GO
phonemes: smˈɔːl mˈæɾɚ twˈɪɹ ɪf bˈɛɾi zˈeɪn, ɐ jˈuːsləs wˈʊmən, ʃˌʊd biː slˈeɪn; bˌʌt dˈɛθ, ɪf dˈɛlt ˌɔn wˈʌn ʌv ðˈoʊz, ɡˈɪvz tˈuː mʌtʃ vˈæntɪdʒ tʊ ˌaʊɚ fˈoʊz." hɜː fˈɑːðɚ smˈaɪld wɪð plˈɛʒɚ ɡɹˈɪm hɜː plˈʌk ɡˈeɪv pˈeɪnfəl pɹˈaɪd tə hˌɪm; ænd wˌaɪl hɜː bɹˈʌðɚz klˈæmɚd "nˈoʊ!" hiː ˈʌɾɚd, "bˈɔɪz, lˈɛt bˈɛɾi ɡˈoʊ!