text_original: They hunted her along the sea, "Witch, Witch!" they cried and hissed their hate   Her hair unbound fell to her knee And made a glory where she sate. Her song she hushed and, wonder eyed, She gazed upon their bell and book; The zealous priests were fain to hide Lest they be holden by her look.
text_transcription: THEY HUNTED HER ALONG THE SEA WITCH WITCH THEY CRIED AND HISSED THEIR HATE HER HAIR UNBOUND FELL TO HER KNEE AND MADE GLORY WHERE SHE SATE HER SONG SHE HUSHED AND WONDER EYED SHE GAZED UPON THEIR BALENT BOOK THE ZEALOUS PRIESTS WERE FAIN TO HIDE LEST THEY BEHOLDEN BY HER LOOK
phonemes: ðeɪ hˈʌntᵻd hɜːɹ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə sˈiː, "wˈɪtʃ, wˈɪtʃ!" ðeɪ kɹˈaɪd ænd hˈɪst ðɛɹ hˈeɪt hɜː hˈɛɹ ʌnbˈaʊnd fˈɛl tə hɜː nˈiː ænd mˌeɪd ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi wˌɛɹ ʃiː sˈeɪt. hɜː sˈɔŋ ʃiː hˈʌʃt ænd, wˈʌndɚɹ ˈaɪd, ʃiː ɡˈeɪzd əpˌɑːn ðɛɹ bˈɛl ænd bˈʊk; ðə zˈɛləs pɹˈiːsts wɜː fˈeɪn tə hˈaɪd lˈɛst ðeɪ biː hˈoʊldən baɪ hɜː lˈʊk.