text_original: _ My heart grew sick, no more afraid, _When the Sword came back from sea;_ Upon the deck a tall white maid Sat on Lord Roland's knee; His chin was press'd upon her head, _When the Sword came back from sea!
text_transcription: MY HEART GREW SICK NO MORE AFRAID WHEN THE SWORD CAME BACK FROM SEA UPON THE DECK A TALL WHITE MAID SAT ON LORD ROWLAND'S KNEE HIS CHIN WAS PRESSED UPON HER HEAD WHEN THE SWORD CAME BACK FROM SEA
phonemes: maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɡɹˈuː sˈɪk, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɐfɹˈeɪd, wˌɛn ðə sˈɔːɹd kˈeɪm bˈæk fɹʌm sˈiː;əpˌɑːn ðə dˈɛk ɐ tˈɔːl wˈaɪt mˈeɪd sˈæt ˌɔn lˈɔːɹd ɹˈoʊləndz nˈiː; hɪz tʃˈɪn wʌz pɹˈɛsd əpˌɑːn hɜː hˈɛd, wˌɛn ðə sˈɔːɹd kˈeɪm bˈæk fɹʌm sˈiː!