text_original: My lord, I braid my hair ; I braid it with salt tears because you leave me alone, and because you go hence into the hills. — The Count's Lady (Old Romance).
text_transcription: MY LORD I BRAID MY HAIR I BRAID IT WITH SALT TEARS BECAUSE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE AND BECAUSE YOU GO HENCE INTO THE HILLS THE COUNT'S LADY OLD ROMANCE
phonemes: maɪ lˈɔːɹd, aɪ bɹˈeɪd maɪ hˈɛɹ ; aɪ bɹˈeɪd ɪt wɪð sˈɔlt tˈɪɹz bɪkˈʌz juː lˈiːv mˌiː ɐlˈoʊn, ænd bɪkˈʌz juː ɡˌoʊ hˈɛns ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈɪlz. — ðə kˈaʊnts lˈeɪdi (ˈoʊld ɹoʊmˈæns).