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. THE RED ETTIN 321 But now I fear his end is near, And death is close at hand; For you're to be, I plainly see, The heir of all his land."
text_transcription: HE BEATS HER HE BINDS HER HE LAYS HER ON A BAND AND EVERY DAY HE STRIKES HER WITH A BRIGHT SILVER WAND BUT NOW I FEAR HIS END IS NEAR AND DEATH IS CLOSE AT HAND FOR YEAR TO BE I PLAINLY SEE THE HEIR OF ALL HIS LAND
phonemes: hiː bˈiːts hɜː, hiː bˈaɪndz hɜː, hiː lˈeɪz hɜːɹ ˌɔn ɐ bˈænd ; ænd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ hiː stɹˈaɪks hɜː wɪð ɐ bɹˈaɪt sˈɪlvɚ wˈɔnd. ðɪ ˌɑːɹɹˌiːdˈiː ˈɛʔn θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti wˈʌn bˌʌt nˈaʊ aɪ fˈɪɹ hɪz ˈɛnd ɪz nˈɪɹ, ænd dˈɛθ ɪz klˈoʊs æt hˈænd; fɔːɹ jʊɹ tə bˈiː, aɪ plˈeɪnli sˈiː, ðɪ ˈɛɹ ʌv ˈɔːl hɪz lˈænd."