text_original: O rising moon! O Lady moon! Be you my lover's sentinel, You cannot choose but know him well, For he is shod with purple shoon, You cannot choose but know my love, For he a shepherd's crook doth bear, And he is soft as any dove, And brown and curly is his hair.
text_transcription: O RISING MOON O LADY MOON BE YOU MY LOVER SENTINEL YOU CANNOT CHOOSE BUT KNOW HIM WELL FOR HE IS SHOD WITH PURPLE SHOON YOU CANNOT CHOOSE BUT KNOW MY LOVE FOR HE A SHEPHERD'S CROOK DOTH BEAR AND HE IS SOFT AS ANY DOVE AND BROWN AND CURLY IS HIS HAIR
phonemes: ˈoʊ ɹˈaɪzɪŋ mˈuːn! ˈoʊ lˈeɪdi mˈuːn! biː juː maɪ lˈʌvɚz sˈɛntɪnəl, juː kænˈɑːt tʃˈuːz bˌʌt nˈoʊ hˌɪm wˈɛl, fɔːɹ hiː ɪz ʃˈɑːd wɪð pˈɜːpəl ʃˈuːn, juː kænˈɑːt tʃˈuːz bˌʌt nˈoʊ maɪ lˈʌv, fɔːɹ hiː ɐ ʃˈɛpɚdz kɹˈʊk dʌθ bˈɛɹ, ænd hiː ɪz sˈɔft æz ˌɛni dˈʌv, ænd bɹˈaʊn ænd kˈɜːli ɪz hɪz hˈɛɹ.