text_original: So then, While Robert turn'd round to his men, She saw at once the wretched end, And, stooping down, tried hard to rend Her coif the wrong way from her head, And hid her eyes; while Robert said: Nay, love, 'tis scarcely two to one, At Poictiers where we made them run So fast: why, sweet my love, good cheer, The Gascon frontier is so near, Nought after this. But: O! she said, My God! my God!
text_transcription: SO THEN WHILE ROBERT TURNED ROUND TO HIS MEN SHE SAW AT ONCE THE WRETCHED END AND STOOPING DOWN TRIED HARD TO RENT HER QUOTH THE WRONG WAY FROM HER HEAD AND HID HER EYES WHILE ROBERT SAID NAY LOVE TIS SCARCELY TWO TO ONE AT POITIERS WHERE WE MADE THEM RUN SO FAST WHY SWEET MY LOVE GOOD CHEER THE GASCON FRONTIER IS SO NEAR NOT AFTER THIS BUT OH SHE SAID MY GOD MY GOD
phonemes: sˌoʊ ðˈɛn, wˌaɪl ɹˈɑːbɚt tˈɜːnd ɹˈaʊnd tə hɪz mˈɛn, ʃiː sˈɔː ɐtwˈʌns ðə ɹˈɛtʃᵻd ˈɛnd, ænd, stˈuːpɪŋ dˈaʊn, tɹˈaɪd hˈɑːɹd tə ɹˈɛnd hɜː kˈɔɪf ðə ɹˈɔŋ wˈeɪ fɹʌm hɜː hˈɛd, ænd hˈɪd hɜːɹ ˈaɪz; wˌaɪl ɹˈɑːbɚt sˈɛd: nˈeɪ, lˈʌv, tˈɪz skˈɛɹsli tˈuː tə wˌʌn, æt pˈoʊɪktˌɪɹz wˌɛɹ wiː mˌeɪd ðˌɛm ɹˈʌn sˌoʊ fˈæst: wˈaɪ, swˈiːt maɪ lˈʌv, ɡˈʊd tʃˈɪɹ, ðə ɡˈæskən fɹʌntˈɪɹ ɪz sˌoʊ nˈɪɹ, nˈɔːt ˈæftɚ ðˈɪs. bˌʌt: ˈoʊ! ʃiː sˈɛd, maɪ ɡˈɑːd! maɪ ɡˈɑːd!