text_original: And now, my daughter, you do reign, Much opposition to sustain, You'll surely have, before you gain The blessings of Old England, O yes, dear mother, that is true, I know my sorrows won't be few, Poor people shall have work to do, While I am Queen of England.
text_transcription: AND NOW MY DAUGHTER YOU DO REIGN MUCH OPPOSITION TO SUSTAIN YOU'LL SURELY HAVE BEFORE YOU GAIN THE BLESSINGS OF OLD ENGLAND OH YES DEAR MOTHER THAT IS TRUE I KNOW MY SORROWS WON'T BE FEW POOR PEOPLE SHALL HAVE WORK TO DO WHILE I AM QUEEN OF ENGLAND
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ, maɪ dˈɔːɾɚ, juː dˈuː ɹˈeɪn, mˈʌtʃ ˌɑːpəzˈɪʃən tə səstˈeɪn, juːl ʃˈʊɹli hˈæv, bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː ɡˈeɪn ðə blˈɛsɪŋz ʌv ˈoʊld ˈɪŋɡlənd, ˈoʊ jˈɛs, dˈɪɹ mˈʌðɚ, ðæt ɪz tɹˈuː, aɪ nˈoʊ maɪ sˈɑːɹoʊz woʊnt biː fjˈuː, pˈʊɹ pˈiːpəl ʃˌæl hæv wˈɜːk tə dˈuː, wˌaɪl aɪɐm kwˈiːn ʌv ˈɪŋɡlənd.