text_original: When the huntsmen laid hold of the maiden, she awoke full of terror, and cried to them, "I am a poor child, deserted by father and mother; have pity on me, and take me with you."
text_transcription: WHEN THE HUNTSMAN LAID HOLD OF THE MAIDEN SHE AWOKE FULL OF TERROR AND CRIED TO THEM I AM A POOR CHILD DESERTED BY FATHER AND MOTHER HAVE PITY ON ME AND TAKE ME WITH YOU
phonemes: wˌɛn ðə hˈʌntsmɛn lˈeɪd hˈoʊld ʌvðə mˈeɪdən, ʃiː ɐwˈoʊk fˈʊl ʌv tˈɛɹɚ, ænd kɹˈaɪd tə ðˌɛm, "aɪɐm ɐ pˈʊɹ tʃˈaɪld, dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd baɪ fˈɑːðɚ ænd mˈʌðɚ; hæv pˈɪɾi ˈɔn mˌiː, ænd tˈeɪk mˌiː wɪð juː."