text_original: I lie and wait for grace That shall surround me, His kisses on my face, His arms around me ; 136 THE LASS THAT DIED OF LOVE And sinless maids draw near To drop above me, A virginal sad tear For envy of me.
text_transcription: I LIE AND WAIT FOR GRACE THAT SHALL SURROUND ME HIS KISSES ON MY FACE HIS ARMS AROUND ME AND SINLESS MAIDS DRAW NEAR TO DROP ABOVE ME A VIRGINAL SAD TEAR FOR ENVY OF ME
phonemes: aɪ lˈaɪ ænd wˈeɪt fɔːɹ ɡɹˈeɪs ðæt ʃˌæl sɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː, hɪz kˈɪsᵻz ˌɔn maɪ fˈeɪs, hɪz ˈɑːɹmz ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː ; wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɪks ðə lˈæs ðæt dˈaɪd ʌv lˈʌv ænd sˈɪnləs mˈeɪdz dɹˈɔː nˌɪɹ tə dɹˈɑːp əbˈʌv mˌiː, ɐ vˈɜːdʒɪnəl sˈæd tˈɪɹ fɔːɹ ˈɛnvi ʌv mˌiː.