text_original: The harmless lamb that sports and plays, The turtle's constant to his mate, Nothing so wretched is as I, To love a man that does me hate. I will to him a letter send, Remind him of the oaths he made Within that shady bower, where My tender heart he first betray'd. Her trembling hand a letter wrote, My dearest dear, what must I do? Alas!
text_transcription: THE HARMLESS LAMB THAT SPORTS AND PLAYS THE TURTLES CONSTANT TO HIS MATE NOTHING SO WRETCHED IS AS I TO LOVE A MAN THAT DOES ME HATE I WILL TO HIM A LETTER SEND REMIND HIM OF THE OATHS HE MADE WITHIN THAT SHADY BOWER WHERE MY TENDER HEART HE FIRST BETRAYED HER TREMBLING HAND A LETTER WROTE MY DEAREST DEAR WHAT MUST I DO ALAS
phonemes: ðə hˈɑːɹmləs lˈæm ðæt spˈɔːɹts ænd plˈeɪz, ðə tˈɜːɾəlz kˈɑːnstənt tə hɪz mˈeɪt, nˈʌθɪŋ sˌoʊ ɹˈɛtʃᵻd ɪz æz ˈaɪ, tə lˈʌv ɐ mˈæn ðæt dˈʌz mˌiː hˈeɪt. aɪ wˈɪltə hˌɪm ɐ lˈɛɾɚ sˈɛnd, ɹᵻmˈaɪnd hˌɪm ʌvðɪ ˈoʊθs hiː mˌeɪd wɪðˌɪn ðæt ʃˈeɪdi bˈaʊɚ, wˌɛɹ maɪ tˈɛndɚ hˈɑːɹt hiː fˈɜːst bᵻtɹˈeɪd. hɜː tɹˈɛmblɪŋ hˈænd ɐ lˈɛɾɚ ɹˈoʊt, maɪ dˈɪɹɪst dˈɪɹ, wˌʌt mˈʌst aɪ dˈuː? ɐlˈæs!