text_original: No morning dew can heal the smart Where fell his kisses on my brow ; He weeps no more upon my heart It is my heart that's weeping now. 50 THE SONG OF THE GLAD WOMAN He was so sweet he might not stay, And all the birds make moan above With well a day and well a day, Ah ! well a day for love.
text_transcription: NO MORNING DEW CAN HEAL THE SMART WHERE FELLIS KISSES ON MY BROW HE WEEPS NO MORE UPON MY HEART IT IS MY HEART THAT SWEEPING NOW HE WAS SO SWEET HE MIGHT NOT STAY AND ALL THE BIRDS MAKE MOAN ABOVE WITH WELL A DAY AND DWELL A DAY AH WELL A DAY FOR LOVE
phonemes: nˈoʊ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ dˈuː kæn hˈiːl ðə smˈɑːɹt wˌɛɹ fˈɛl hɪz kˈɪsᵻz ˌɔn maɪ bɹˈaʊ ; hiː wˈiːps nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ əpˌɑːn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪɾ ɪz maɪ hˈɑːɹt ðæts wˈiːpɪŋ nˈaʊ. fˈɪfti ðə sˈɔŋ ʌvðə ɡlˈæd wˈʊmən hiː wʌz sˌoʊ swˈiːt hiː mˌaɪt nˌɑːt stˈeɪ, ænd ˈɔːl ðə bˈɜːdz mˌeɪk mˈoʊn əbˌʌv wɪð wˈɛl ɐ dˈeɪ ænd wˈɛl ɐ dˈeɪ, ˈɑː ! wˈɛl ɐ dˈeɪ fɔːɹ lˈʌv.