text_original: He beats her, he binds her, He lays her on a band ; And every day he strikes her With a bright silver wand. 'Tis said there's one predestinate To be his mortal foe ; But sure that man is yet unborn, And long may it be so
text_transcription: HE BEATS HER HE BINDS HER HE LAYS HER ON THE BAND AND EVERY DAY HE STRIKES HER WITH A BRIGHT SILVER WAND TIS SAID DOES ONE PREDESTINATE TO BE HIS MORTAL FOE BUT SURE THAT MAN IS YET UNBORN AND LONG MAY IT BE SO
phonemes: hiː bˈiːts hɜː, hiː bˈaɪndz hɜː, hiː lˈeɪz hɜːɹ ˌɔn ɐ bˈænd ; ænd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ hiː stɹˈaɪks hɜː wɪð ɐ bɹˈaɪt sˈɪlvɚ wˈɔnd. tˈɪz sˈɛd ðɛɹz wˈʌn pɹɪdˈɛstɪnˌeɪt təbi hɪz mˈɔːɹɾəl fˈoʊ ; bˌʌt ʃˈʊɹ ðæt mˈæn ɪz jˈɛt ʌnbˈɔːɹn, ænd lˈɔŋ mˈeɪ ɪt biː sˈoʊ