text_original: After the traitor had his will He never did come near her more, And from her eyes both day and night, For his sake the crystal tears did pour, Into a mournful valley she crossed, Would often wander all alone, And for the jewel she had lost In the bower would often mourn.
text_transcription: AFTER THE TRAITOR HAD HIS WILL HE NEVER DID COME NEAR HER MORE AND FROM HER EYES BOTH DAY AND NIGHT FOR HIS SAKE THE CRYSTAL TEARS DID POUR INTO A MOURNFUL VALLEY SHE CROSSED WOULD OFTEN WANDER ALL ALONE AND FOR THE JEWEL SHE HAD LOST IN THE BOWER WOULD OFTEN MOURN
phonemes: ˈæftɚ ðə tɹˈeɪɾɚ hæd hɪz wɪl hiː nˈɛvɚ dˈɪd kˈʌm nˌɪɹ hɜː mˈɔːɹ, ænd fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˈaɪz bˈoʊθ dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt, fɔːɹ hɪz sˈeɪk ðə kɹˈɪstəl tˈɪɹz dˈɪd pˈɔːɹ, ˌɪntʊ ɐ mˈɔːɹnfəl vˈæli ʃiː kɹˈɔst, wʊd ˈɔfən wˈɔndɚɹ ˈɔːl ɐlˈoʊn, ænd fɚðə dʒˈuːəl ʃiː hæd lˈɔst ɪnðə bˈaʊɚ wʊd ˈɔfən mˈɔːɹn.