text_original: Proud was I love had made Desire to fill me, I shut my eyes and prayed That he might kill me. 135 THE LASS THAT DIED OF LOVE I saw new wonders wreathe The stars above him, And oh, I could not breathe For kissing of him.
text_transcription: PROUD WAS I LOVE HAD MADE DESIRE TO FILL ME I SHUT MY EYES AND PRAYED THAT HE MIGHT KILL ME I SAW NEW WANDER'S WREATHE THE STARS ABOVE HIM AND OH I COULD NOT BREATHE FOR KISSING OF HIM
phonemes: pɹˈaʊd wʌz aɪ lˈʌv hæd mˌeɪd dɪzˈaɪɚ tə fˈɪl mˌiː, aɪ ʃˈʌt maɪ ˈaɪz ænd pɹˈeɪd ðæt hiː mˌaɪt kˈɪl mˌiː. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv ðə lˈæs ðæt dˈaɪd ʌv lˈʌv aɪ sˈɔː nˈuː wˈʌndɚz ɹˈiːð ðə stˈɑːɹz əbˈʌv hˌɪm, ænd ˈoʊ, aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt bɹˈiːð fɔːɹ kˈɪsɪŋ ʌv hˌɪm.