text_original: So long ago I And yet Do I remember Unda, for alone Of all her band she mourned, nor would be still; Wherefore our lord at last was wroth with her And put her forth, for that she ever wept, By the northern gate, forbidding that she turn Again unto her kindred.
text_transcription: SO LONG AGO AND YET DO I REMEMBER UNDA FOR ALONE OF ALL HER BAND SHE MOURNED NOR WOULD BE STILL WHEREFORE OUR LORD AT LAST WAS WROTH WITH HER AND PUT HER FORTH FOR THAT SHE EVER WEPT BY THE NORTHERN GATE FORBIDDING THAT SHE TURN AGAIN UNTO HER KINDRED
phonemes: sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ aɪ ænd jˈɛt dˈuː aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ ʌndˈɑː, fɔːɹ ɐlˈoʊn ʌv ˈɔːl hɜː bˈænd ʃiː mˈɔːɹnd, nˈɔːɹ wʊd biː stˈɪl; wˈɛɹfɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ lˈɔːɹd æt lˈæst wʌz ɹˈɑːθ wɪð hɜː ænd pˌʊt hɜː fˈɔːɹθ, fɔːɹ ðæt ʃiː ˈɛvɚ wˈɛpt, baɪ ðə nˈɔːɹðɚn ɡˈeɪt, fɚbˈɪdɪŋ ðæt ʃiː tˈɜːn ɐɡˈɛn ˌʌntʊ hɜː kˈɪndɹɪd.