text_original: Whither wilt thou go, my hero, Whither will my loved one hasten, To escape thy fierce pursuers, To escape from thy misdoings, From thy sins to hide in safety, From thy crimes and misdemeanors, That thy head be not endangered, That thy body be not mangled, That thy locks be not outrooted?"
text_transcription: WHITHER WILT THOU MY HERO WHITHER WILL MY LOVED ONE HASTEN TO ESCAPE THY FIERCE PURSUERS TO ESCAPE FROM THY MISDOINGS FROM THY SINS TO BIDE IN SAFETY FROM THY CRIMES AND MISDEMEANOURS THAT THY HEAD BE NOT ENDANGERED THAT THY BODY BE NOT MANGLED THAT THY LOCKS BE NOT OUTED
phonemes: wˈɪðɚ wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ ɡˈoʊ, maɪ hˈiəɹoʊ, wˈɪðɚ wɪl maɪ lˈʌvd wˈʌn hˈeɪsən, tʊ ɛskˈeɪp ðˌaɪ fˈɪɹs pɚsˈuːɚz, tʊ ɛskˈeɪp fɹʌm ðˌaɪ mɪsdˈuːɪŋz, fɹʌm ðˌaɪ sˈɪnz tə hˈaɪd ɪn sˈeɪfti, fɹʌm ðˌaɪ kɹˈaɪmz ænd mˌɪsdᵻmˈiːnɚz, ðæt ðˌaɪ hˈɛd biː nˌɑːt ɛndˈeɪndʒɚd, ðæt ðˌaɪ bˈɑːdi biː nˌɑːt mˈæŋɡəld, ðæt ðˌaɪ lˈɑːks biː nˌɑːt aʊtɹˈuːɾᵻd?"