text_original: THE VIRGIN MOTHER MY little love, my darling, You were a doorway to me; You let me out of the confines Into this strange countrie, Where people are crowded like thistles, Yet are shapely and comely to see.
text_transcription: THE VIRGIN MOTHER MY LITTLE LOVE MY DARLING YOU WERE A DOORWAY TO ME YOU LED ME OUT OF THE CONFINES INTO THIS STRANGE COUNTRY WHERE PEOPLE ARE CROWDED LIKE THISTLES YET ARE SHAPELY AND COMELY TO SEE
phonemes: ðə vˈɜːdʒɪn mˈʌðɚ maɪ lˈɪɾəl lˈʌv, maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ, juː wɜːɹ ɐ dˈɔːɹweɪ tə mˌiː; juː lˈɛt mˌiː ˌaʊɾəv ðə kənfˈaɪnz ˌɪntʊ ðɪs stɹˈeɪndʒ kˈʌntɹi, wˌɛɹ pˈiːpəl ɑːɹ kɹˈaʊdᵻd lˈaɪk θˈɪsəlz, jˈɛt ɑːɹ ʃˈeɪpli ænd kˈʌmli tə sˈiː.