text_original: Swear you 'll never, never tell him! Warm, red roses lifting your shy faces to the summer dew; If he win me, Blush your sweetest in his sight For his delight, But I can be as warm and sweet as you.
text_transcription: SWEAR YOU WILL NEVER NEVER TELL HIM WARM RED ROSES LIFTING YOUR SHY FACES TO THE SUMMER DEW IF HE WIN ME BLUSH YOUR SWEETEST IN HIS SIGHT FOR HIS DELIGHT BUT I CAN BE AS WARM AND SWEET AS YOU
phonemes: swˈɛɹ juː ˌɛlˈɛl nˈɛvɚ, nˈɛvɚ tˈɛl hˌɪm! wˈɔːɹm, ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊzᵻz lˈɪftɪŋ jʊɹ ʃˈaɪ fˈeɪsᵻz tə ðə sˈʌmɚ dˈuː; ɪf hiː wˈɪn mˌiː, blˈʌʃ jʊɹ swˈiːɾɪst ɪn hɪz sˈaɪt fɔːɹ hɪz dᵻlˈaɪt, bˌʌt aɪ kæn biː æz wˈɔːɹm ænd swˈiːt æz juː.