text_original: a dark untimely grave, my bridal bed will be. Her lovely face, her beauteous eyes, for mercy plead in vain, Of no avail were tears or cries unmov'd he did remain, He rais'd his arm,  a deadly plunge, and down she weltering lay, And while her heart's blood stain'd the ground, with dying breath did say.
text_transcription: A DARK UNTIMELY GRAVE MY BRIDAL BED WILL BE HER LOVELY FACE HER BEAUTEOUS EYES FOR MERCY PLEAD IN VAIN OF NO AVAIL WERE TEARS OR CRIES UNMOVED HE DID REMAIN HE RAIS'D HIS ARM A DEADLY PLUNGE AND DOWN SHE WELTERING LAY AND WELL HER HEART'S BLOOD STAINED THE GROUND WITH DYING BREATH DID SAY
phonemes: ɐ dˈɑːɹk ʌntˈaɪmli ɡɹˈeɪv, maɪ bɹˈaɪdəl bˈɛd wɪl bˈiː. hɜː lˈʌvli fˈeɪs, hɜː bjˈuːɾiəs ˈaɪz, fɔːɹ mˈɜːsi plˈiːd ɪn vˈeɪn, ʌv nˈoʊ ɐvˈeɪl wɜː tˈɪɹz ɔːɹ kɹˈaɪz ʌnmˈɑːvd hiː dˈɪd ɹᵻmˈeɪn, hiː ɹˈeɪzd hɪz ˈɑːɹm,  ɐ dˈɛdli plˈʌndʒ, ænd dˌaʊn ʃiː wˈɛltɚɹɪŋ lˈeɪ, ænd wˌaɪl hɜː hˈɑːɹts blˈʌd stˈeɪnd ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, wɪð dˈaɪɪŋ bɹˈɛθ dˈɪd sˈeɪ.