text_original: She wrote a letter which she thought would grieve his heart full sore, And tenderly she him besought, to mind the vows he swore, T'was you that did my heart trepan, which now in tears I rue   Slighted many an honest man all for the love of you. I wish that my young babe was born and on the nurse's knee, And I myself was dead and gone and the grass grown over me.
text_transcription: SHE WROTE A LETTER WHICH SHE THOUGHT WOULD GRIEVE HIS HEART FULL SORE AND TENDERLY SHE HIM BESOUGHT TO MIND THE VOWS HE SWORE TWAS YOU THAT DID MY HEART TREPAN WHICH NOW IN TEARS I RUE SLIGHTED MANY AN HONEST MAN ALL FOR THE LOVE OF YOU I WISH THAT MY YOUNG BABE WAS BORN AND ON THE NURSE'S KNEE AND I MYSELF WAS DEAD AND GONE AND THE GRASS GROWN OVER ME
phonemes: ʃiː ɹˈoʊt ɐ lˈɛɾɚ wˌɪtʃ ʃiː θˈɔːt wʊd ɡɹˈiːv hɪz hˈɑːɹt fˈʊl sˈɔːɹ, ænd tˈɛndɚli ʃiː hˌɪm bᵻsˈɔːt, tə mˈaɪnd ðə vˈaʊz hiː swˈɔːɹ, tˈiːwˈɑːz juː ðæt dˈɪd maɪ hˈɑːɹt tɹˈɛpæn, wˌɪtʃ nˈaʊ ɪn tˈɪɹz aɪ ɹˈuː slˈaɪɾᵻd mˈɛni ɐn ˈɑːnɪst mˈæn ˈɔːl fɚðə lˈʌv ʌv juː. aɪ wˈɪʃ ðæt maɪ jˈʌŋ bˈeɪb wʌz bˈɔːɹn ænd ɔnðə nˈɜːsᵻz nˈiː, ænd aɪ maɪsˈɛlf wʌz dˈɛd ænd ɡɔn ænd ðə ɡɹˈæs ɡɹˈoʊn ˈoʊvɚ mˌiː.