text_original: "Daughter, daughter, marry no man, Though a king's son come to woo, If he be not more than blessing or ban To the secret soul of you." "'Tis the King's son, indeed, I ween, And he left me even but now, And he shall make me a dazzling queen, With a gold crown on my brow."
text_transcription: DAUGHTER DAUGHTER MARRY NO MAN THO A KING'S SON COME TO WOO IF HE BE NOT MORE THAN BLESSING OR BAN TO THE SECRET SOUL OF YOU TIS THE KING'S SON INDEED I WEEN AND HE LEFT ME EVEN BUT NOW AND HE SHALL MAKE ME A DAZZLING QUEEN WITH A GOLD CROWN ON MY BROW
phonemes: "dˈɔːɾɚ, dˈɔːɾɚ, mˈæɹi nˈoʊ mˈæn, ðˌoʊ ɐ kˈɪŋz sˈʌn kˈʌm tə wˈuː, ɪf hiː biː nˌɑːt mˈɔːɹ ðɐn blˈɛsɪŋ ɔːɹ bˈæn tə ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt sˈoʊl ʌv juː." "tˈɪz ðə kˈɪŋz sˈʌn, ˌɪndˈiːd, aɪ wˈiːn, ænd hiː lˈɛft mˌiː ˈiːvən bˌʌt nˈaʊ, ænd hiː ʃˌæl mˌeɪk mˌiː ɐ dˈæzlɪŋ kwˈiːn, wɪð ɐ ɡˈoʊld kɹˈaʊn ˌɔn maɪ bɹˈaʊ."