text_original: Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain Beside the haystack in the floods? Along the dripping leafless woods, The stirrup touching either shoe, She rode astride as troopers do; With kirtle kilted to her knee, To which the mud splash'd wretchedly; And the wet dripp'd from every tree Upon her head and heavy hair, And on her eyelids broad and fair; The tears and rain ran down her face.
text_transcription: YEA HAD SHE BORNE THE DIRT AND RAIN THAT HER OWN EYES MIGHT SEE HIM SLAIN BESIDE THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS ALONG THE DRIPPING LEAFLESS WOODS THE STIRRUP TOUCHING EITHER SHOE SHE RODE ASTRIDE AS TROOPERS DO WITH KIRTLE KILTED TO HER KNEE TO WHICH THE MUD SPLASHED WRETCHEDLY AND THE WET DRIPPED FROM EVERY TREE UPON HER HEAD AND HEAVY HAIR AND ON HER EYELIDS BROAD AND FAIR THE TEARS AND RAIN RAN DOWN HER FACE
phonemes: jˈeɪ, hæd ʃiː bˈɔːɹn ðə dˈɜːt ænd ɹˈeɪn ðæt hɜːɹ ˈoʊn ˈaɪz mˌaɪt sˈiː hˌɪm slˈeɪn bᵻsˌaɪd ðə hˈeɪstæk ɪnðə flˈʌdz? ɐlˈɔŋ ðə dɹˈɪpɪŋ lˈiːfləs wˈʊdz, ðə stˈɪɹʌp tˈʌtʃɪŋ ˈiːðɚ ʃˈuː, ʃiː ɹˈoʊd ɐstɹˈaɪd æz tɹˈuːpɚz dˈuː; wɪð kˈɜːɾəl kˈɪltᵻd tə hɜː nˈiː, tə wˌɪtʃ ðə mˈʌd splˈæʃd ɹˈɛtʃᵻdli; ænd ðə wˈɛt dɹˈɪpd fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi tɹˈiː əpˌɑːn hɜː hˈɛd ænd hˈɛvi hˈɛɹ, ænd ˌɔn hɜːɹ ˈaɪlɪdz bɹˈɔːd ænd fˈɛɹ; ðə tˈɪɹz ænd ɹˈeɪn ɹˈæn dˌaʊn hɜː fˈeɪs.