text_original: _ By my love go there now, To fetch me my coif away, My coif and my kirtle, with pearls arow, Oliver, go to day! _Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.
text_transcription: BUT MY LOVE GO THERE NOW TO FETCH ME MY QUAFF AWAY MY QUAFFIN MY KIRTLE WITH PEARLS A ROE OLIVER GO TO DAY THEREFORE SAID FAIR YOLLAND OF THE FLOWERS THIS IS THE TUNE OF SEVEN TOWERS
phonemes: baɪ maɪ lˈʌv ɡˌoʊ ðɛɹ nˈaʊ, tə fˈɛtʃ mˌiː maɪ kˈɔɪf ɐwˈeɪ, maɪ kˈɔɪf ænd maɪ kˈɜːɾəl, wɪð pˈɜːlz ˈæɹoʊ, ˈɑːlɪvɚ, ɡˌoʊ tə dˈeɪ! ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ, sˈɛd fˈɛɹ jˈoʊlənd ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz, ðɪs ɪz ðə tˈuːn ʌv sˈɛvən tˈaʊɚz.