text_original: We wept, I say; we wept who knew him not; But sharp, a tearless woman sprang From out the crowd (that quavering voice I knew), And terrible her cry outrang: "I pass, I pass ye all! Make way! Stand back! Mine is the place ye yield," she said.
text_transcription: WE WEPT I SAY WE WEPT WHO KNEW HIM NOT BUT SHARP A TEARLESS WOMAN SPRANG FROM OUT THE CROWD THAT QUAVERING VOICE I KNEW AND TERRIBLE HER CRY OUTRANG I PASS I PASS YE ALL MAKE WAY STAND BACK MINE IS THE PLACE YE YIELD SHE SAID
phonemes: wiː wˈɛpt, aɪ sˈeɪ; wiː wˈɛpt hˌuː nˈuː hˌɪm nˈɑːt; bˌʌt ʃˈɑːɹp, ɐ tˈɪɹləs wˈʊmən spɹˈæŋ fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə kɹˈaʊd (ðæt kwˈeɪvɚɹɪŋ vˈɔɪs aɪ nˈuː), ænd tˈɛɹᵻbəl hɜː kɹˈaɪ aʊtɹˈæŋ: "aɪ pˈæs, aɪ pˈæs jiː ˈɔːl! mˌeɪk wˈeɪ! stˈænd bˈæk! mˈaɪn ɪz ðə plˈeɪs jiː jˈiːld," ʃiː sˈɛd.