text_original: When she beheld his deadly knife she rais'd her lovely face, Crying, Oh! spare, Oh! spare my life and leave me to disgrace, Have pity on your unborn babe tho' you have none for me; Alas! a dark untimely grave, my bridal bed will be.
text_transcription: WHEN SHE BEHELD HIS DEADLY KNIFE SHE RAISED HER LOVELY FACE CRYING OH SPARE O SPARE MY LIFE AND LEAVE ME TO DISGRACE HAVE PITY ON YOUR UNBORN BABE THOUGH YOU HAVE NONE FOR ME ALAS A DARK UNTIMELY GRAVE MY BRIDAL BED WILL BE
phonemes: wˌɛn ʃiː bᵻhˈɛld hɪz dˈɛdli nˈaɪf ʃiː ɹˈeɪzd hɜː lˈʌvli fˈeɪs, kɹˈaɪɪŋ, ˈoʊ! spˈɛɹ, ˈoʊ! spˈɛɹ maɪ lˈaɪf ænd lˈiːv mˌiː tə dɪsɡɹˈeɪs, hæv pˈɪɾi ˌɔn jʊɹ ʌnbˈɔːɹn bˈeɪb ðˈoʊ juː hæv nˈʌn fɔːɹ mˌiː; ɐlˈæs! ɐ dˈɑːɹk ʌntˈaɪmli ɡɹˈeɪv, maɪ bɹˈaɪdəl bˈɛd wɪl bˈiː.