text_original: _ Sir Miles he bore a falcon brown, _When the Sword came back from sea;_ His arms went round tall Ursula's gown: What joy, O love, but thee? Let us be wed in the good town, _Now the Sword is back from sea!
text_transcription: SIR MYLES HE BORE FALK AND BROWN WHEN THE SWORD CAME BACK FROM SEA HIS ARMS WENT ROUND TALL URSELA'S GOWN WHAT JOY O LOVE BUT THEE LET US BE WED IN THE GOOD TOWN NOW THE SWORD IS BACK FROM SEA
phonemes: sˌɜː mˈaɪlz hiː bˈɔːɹ ɐ fˈælkən bɹˈaʊn, wˌɛn ðə sˈɔːɹd kˈeɪm bˈæk fɹʌm sˈiː;hɪz ˈɑːɹmz wɛnt ɹˈaʊnd tˈɔːl ˈɜːsjʊləz ɡˈaʊn: wˌʌt dʒˈɔɪ, ˈoʊ lˈʌv, bˌʌt ðˈiː? lˈɛt ˌʌs biː wˈɛd ɪnðə ɡˈʊd tˈaʊn, nˈaʊ ðə sˈɔːɹd ɪz bˈæk fɹʌm sˈiː!