text_original: _ I trow he stopp'd when he rode again By the hall, though draggled sore with the rain; And his lips were pinch'd to kiss at the noon _Two red roses across the moon.
text_transcription: I TROW HE STOPPED WHEN HE RODE AGAIN BY THE HALL THOUGH DRAGGLED SORE WITH THE RAIN AND HIS LIPS WERE PINCHED TO KISS AT THE NOON TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON
phonemes: aɪ tɹˈoʊ hiː stˈɑːpd wɛn hiː ɹˈoʊd ɐɡˈɛn baɪ ðə hˈɔːl, ðˌoʊ dɹˈæɡəld sˈɔːɹ wɪððə ɹˈeɪn; ænd hɪz lˈɪps wɜː pˈɪntʃd tə kˈɪs æt ðə nˈuːn tˈuː ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊzᵻz əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈuːn.