text_original: I am a minstrel with a harp, For love of her my songs are sweet, And yet I dare not lift the voice That lies so far beneath her feet.
text_transcription: I AM A MINSTREL WITH A HARP FOR LOVE OF HER MY SONGS ARE SWEET AND YET I DARE NOT LIFT THE VOICE THAT LIES SO FAR BENEATH HER FEET
phonemes: aɪɐm ɐ mˈɪnstɹəl wɪð ɐ hˈɑːɹp, fɔːɹ lˈʌv ʌv hɜː maɪ sˈɔŋz ɑːɹ swˈiːt, ænd jˈɛt aɪ dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt lˈɪft ðə vˈɔɪs ðæt lˈaɪz sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ bᵻnˌiːθ hɜː fˈiːt.