text_original: A WOMAN'S PRIDE I will not look for him  I will not hear My heart's loud beating, as I strain to see Across the rain forlorn and hopelessly, Nor starting, think 'tis he that draws so near.
text_transcription: A WOMAN'S PRIDE I WILL NOT LOOK FOR HIM I WILL NOT HEAR MY HEART'S LOUD BEATING AS I STRAIN TO SEE ACROSS THE RAIN FORLORN AND HOPELESSLY NOR STARTING THINK TIS HE THAT DRAWS SO NEAR
phonemes: ɐ wˈʊmənz pɹˈaɪd aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt lˈʊk fɔːɹ hˌɪm aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ maɪ hˈɑːɹts lˈaʊd bˈiːɾɪŋ, æz aɪ stɹˈeɪn tə sˈiː əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈeɪn fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn ænd hˈoʊpləsli, nˈɔːɹ stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ, θˈɪŋk tˈɪz hiː ðæt dɹˈɔːz sˌoʊ nˈɪɹ.