text_original: When she this letter did receive, She wrung her hands and wept full sore: And every day she still would range, To lament within the pleasant bower.
text_transcription: WHEN SHE THIS LETTER DID RECEIVE SHE WRUNG HER HANDS AND WEPT FULL SORE AND EVERY DAY SHE STILL WOULD RANGE TO LAMENT WITHIN THE PLEASANT BOWER
phonemes: wˌɛn ʃiː ðɪs lˈɛɾɚ dˈɪd ɹᵻsˈiːv, ʃiː ɹˈʌŋ hɜː hˈændz ænd wˈɛpt fˈʊl sˈɔːɹ: ænd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ ʃiː stˈɪl wʊd ɹˈeɪndʒ, tə lɐmˈɛnt wɪðˌɪn ðə plˈɛzənt bˈaʊɚ.