text_original: since that's my fate, I'll look for love no more in you; The seagull's screech as soon would reach Your heart, as me implorin' you. Tho' fair you are, and rare you are, The loveliest flow'r of any, O,   Too proud and high,  good bye, say I, To Kate o' Belashanny, O!
text_transcription: SINCE THAT'S MY FATE I'LL LOOK FOR LOVE NO MORE IN YOU THE SEA GOLD SCREECH AS SOON WOULD REACH YOUR HEART AS ME IMPLORING YOU THOUGH FAIR YOU ARE AND RARE YOU ARE THE LOVELIEST FLOWER OF ANIO TOO PROUD AND HIGH GOOD BYE SAY I TO CATO BELL A SHANNYO
phonemes: sˈɪns ðæts maɪ fˈeɪt, aɪl lˈʊk fɔːɹ lˈʌv nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɪn juː; ðə sˈiːɡʌlz skɹˈiːtʃ æz sˈuːn wʊd ɹˈiːtʃ jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt, æz mˌiː ɪmplˈɔːɹɪn juː. ðˈoʊ fˈɛɹ juː ɑːɹ, ænd ɹˈɛɹ juː ɑːɹ, ðə lˈʌvliɪst flˈoʊɚɹ ʌv ˌɛni, ˈoʊ,   tˈuː pɹˈaʊd ænd hˈaɪ,  ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ, sˈeɪ ˈaɪ, tə kˈeɪt ˈoʊ bᵻlˈæʃæni, ˈoʊ!