text_original: I nothing want for to delight My soul, but those sweet charms of thine, My heart is fix'd, therefore my dear, Like the turtle dove let us combine, Let me embrace my heart's delight, Within this pleasant bower here; This bank of violets for our bed, Shaded with these sweet roses fair, She said, what can you mean, I pray, I am a farmer's daughter born.
text_transcription: I NOTHING WANT FOR TO DELIGHT MY SOUL BUT THOSE SWEET CHARMS OF THINE MY HEART IS FIXED THEREFORE MY DEAR LIKE THE TURTLE DOVE LET US COMBINE LET ME EMBRACE MY HEART'S DELIGHT WITHIN THIS PLEASANT BOWER HERE THIS BANK OF VIOLETS FOR OUR BED SHADED WITH THESE SWEET ROSES FAIR SHE SAID WHAT CAN YOU MEAN I PRAY I AM A FARMER'S DAUGHTER BORN
phonemes: aɪ nˈʌθɪŋ wˈɔnt fɔːɹ tə dᵻlˈaɪt maɪ sˈoʊl, bˌʌt ðoʊz swˈiːt tʃˈɑːɹmz ʌv ðˈaɪn, maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz fˈɪksd, ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ maɪ dˈɪɹ, lˈaɪk ðə tˈɜːɾəl dˈʌv lˈɛt ˌʌs kəmbˈaɪn, lˈɛt mˌiː ɛmbɹˈeɪs maɪ hˈɑːɹts dᵻlˈaɪt, wɪðˌɪn ðɪs plˈɛzənt bˈaʊɚ hˈɪɹ; ðɪs bˈæŋk ʌv vˈaɪəlɪts fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ bˈɛd, ʃˈeɪdᵻd wɪð ðiːz swˈiːt ɹˈoʊzᵻz fˈɛɹ, ʃiː sˈɛd, wˌʌt kæn juː mˈiːn, aɪ pɹˈeɪ, aɪɐm ɐ fˈɑːɹmɚz dˈɔːɾɚ bˈɔːɹn.