text_original: " Oh ! " cried poor Ethel, " that is he ; it is my be  trothed, my adored Ordener ! Where did you meet him ? He told you that he loved me, did he not ? He told you that he has my whole heart. Alas ! a poor prisoner has nothing but her love to give. My noble friend
text_transcription: OH CRIED POOR ETHEL THAT IS HE IT IS MY BETROTHED MY ADORED ORDINAR WHERE DID YOU MEET HIM HE TOLD YOU THAT HE LOVED ME DID HE NOT HE TOLD YOU THAT HE HAS MY WHOLE HEART ALAS A POOR PRISONER HAS NOTHING BUT HER LOVE TO GIVE MY NOBLE FRIEND
phonemes: " ˈoʊ ! " kɹˈaɪd pˈʊɹ ˈɛθəl, " ðˈæt ɪz hiː ; ɪɾ ɪz maɪ biː tɹˈɑːθt, maɪ ɐdˈɔːɹd ˈɔːɹdənɚ ! wˌɛɹ dˈɪd juː mˈiːt hˌɪm ? hiː tˈoʊld juː ðæt hiː lˈʌvd mˌiː, dˈɪd hiː nˈɑːt ? hiː tˈoʊld juː ðæt hiː hɐz maɪ hˈoʊl hˈɑːɹt. ɐlˈæs ! ɐ pˈʊɹ pɹˈɪzənɚ hɐz nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt hɜː lˈʌv tə ɡˈɪv. maɪ nˈoʊbəl fɹˈɛnd