text_original: Oh, let my lord laugh in his halls When he the tale shall tell! But woe to Jarlwell and its walls When I shall laugh as well! And he that laughs the last, lads, Laughs well, laughs well! He's lord of many a burg and farm And mickle thralls and gold, And I am but my own right arm, My dwelling place the wold. But when we twain meet face to face, He will hot laugh so bold.
text_transcription: OH LET MY LORD LAUGH IN HIS HALLS WHEN HE THE TALE SHALL TELL BUT WOE TO JOHN WELL AND HIS WALLS WHEN I SHALL LAUGH AS WELL AND HE THAT LAUGHS THE LAST LADS LAUGHS WELL LAUGHS WELL HE'S LORD OF MANY A BERKEN FARM AND MICKEL THRALLS AND GOLD AND I AM BUT MY OWN RIGHT ARM MY DWELLING PLACE THE BOLD BUT WHEN WE TWAIN MEET FACE TO FACE HE WILL NOT LAUGH SO BOLD
phonemes: ˈoʊ, lˈɛt maɪ lˈɔːɹd lˈæf ɪn hɪz hˈɔːlz wɛn hiː ðə tˈeɪl ʃˌæl tˈɛl! bˌʌt wˈoʊ tə dʒˈɑːɹlwɛl ænd ɪts wˈɔːlz wɛn aɪʃˌɐl lˈæf æz wˈɛl! ænd hiː ðæt lˈæfs ðə lˈæst, lˈædz, lˈæfs wˈɛl, lˈæfs wˈɛl! hiːz lˈɔːɹd ʌv mˈɛni ɐ bˈɜːɡ ænd fˈɑːɹm ænd mˈɪkəl θɹˈɔːlz ænd ɡˈoʊld, ænd aɪɐm bˌʌt maɪ ˈoʊn ɹˈaɪt ˈɑːɹm, maɪ dwˈɛlɪŋ plˈeɪs ðə wˈoʊld. bˌʌt wɛn wiː twˈeɪn mˈiːt fˈeɪs tə fˈeɪs, hiː wɪl hˈɑːt lˈæf sˌoʊ bˈoʊld.