text_original: Who heeds since love disarms Death, ere we near him, Within my lover's arms I did not fear him 1 But since I died in sin And all unshriven, They would not let me win Into their heaven ; They would not let my bier Into God's garden, But bade me tarry here And pray for pardon.
text_transcription: WHO HEED SINCE LOVE DISARMS DEATH ERE WE NEAR HIM WITHIN MY LOVER'S ARMS I DID NOT FEAR HIM BUT SINCE I DIED IN SIN AND ALL UNSHRIVEN THEY WOULD NOT LET ME WIN INTO THEIR HEAVEN THEY WOULD NOT LET MY BIER INTO GOD'S GARDEN BUT BADE ME TARRY HERE AND PRAY FOR PARDON
phonemes: hˌuː hˈiːdz sˈɪns lˈʌv dɪsˈɑːɹmz dˈɛθ, ˈɛɹ wiː nˈɪɹ hˌɪm, wɪðˌɪn maɪ lˈʌvɚz ˈɑːɹmz aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt fˈɪɹ hˌɪm wˈʌn bˌʌt sˈɪns aɪ dˈaɪd ɪn sˈɪn ænd ˈɔːl ʌnʃɹˈɪvən, ðeɪ wʊd nˌɑːt lˈɛt mˌiː wˈɪn ˌɪntʊ ðɛɹ hˈɛvən ; ðeɪ wʊd nˌɑːt lˈɛt maɪ bˈɪɹ ˌɪntʊ ɡˈɑːdz ɡˈɑːɹdən, bˌʌt bˈeɪd mˌiː tˈæɹi hˈɪɹ ænd pɹˈeɪ fɔːɹ pˈɑːɹdən.