text_original: _ If you will go for me now, I will kiss your mouth at last; [_She sayeth inwardly._] (_The graves stand grey in a row._) Oliver, hold me fast! _Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.
text_transcription: IF YOU WILL GO FOR ME NOW I WILL KISS YOUR MOUTH AT LAST SHE SAITH INWARDLY THE GRAVES STAND GRAY IN A ROW OLIVER HOLD ME FAST THEREFORORE SET FOR YOLAND OF THE FLOWERS TO ASSIST THE TUNE OF SEVEN TOWERS
phonemes: ɪf juː wɪl ɡˌoʊ fɔːɹ mˌiː nˈaʊ, aɪ wɪl kˈɪs jʊɹ mˈaʊθ æt lˈæst; [ʃiː sˈeɪɛθ ˈɪnwɚdli.] (ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz stˈænd ɡɹˈeɪ ˌɪnɐ ɹˈoʊ.) ˈɑːlɪvɚ, hˈoʊld mˌiː fˈæst! ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ, sˈɛd fˈɛɹ jˈoʊlənd ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz, ðɪs ɪz ðə tˈuːn ʌv sˈɛvən tˈaʊɚz.