text_original: She was as fair as early day Shining on meads unmown, And her sweet syllables seemed to play Like flute notes softly blown. The time arrived when it was meet That she should be a bride; The satin shoes were on her feet, Her father was at her side.
text_transcription: SHE WAS AS FAIR AS EARLY DAY SHINING ON MEADS UNKNOWN AND HER SWEET SYLLABLES SEEMED TO PLAY LIKE FLUTE NOTES SOFTLY BLOWN THE TIME ARRIVED WHEN IT WAS MEET THAT SHE SHOULD BE A BRIDE THE SATIN SHOES WERE ON HER FEET HER FATHER WAS AT HER SIDE
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz æz fˈɛɹ æz ˈɜːli dˈeɪ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ˌɔn mˈiːdz ʌnmˈoʊn, ænd hɜː swˈiːt sˈɪləbəlz sˈiːmd tə plˈeɪ lˈaɪk flˈuːt nˈoʊts sˈɔftli blˈoʊn. ðə tˈaɪm ɚɹˈaɪvd wɛn ɪt wʌz mˈiːt ðæt ʃiː ʃˌʊd biː ɐ bɹˈaɪd; ðə sˈætɪn ʃˈuːz wɜːɹ ˌɔn hɜː fˈiːt, hɜː fˈɑːðɚ wʌz æt hɜː sˈaɪd.