text_original: _ But my Roland, no word he said _When the Sword went out to sea,_ But only turn'd away his head; A quick shriek came from me: Come back, dear lord, to your white maid. _The Sword went out to sea._ The hot sun bit the garden beds _When the Sword came back from sea;_ Beneath an apple tree our heads Stretched out toward the sea; Grey gleam'd the thirsty castle leads, _When the Sword came back from sea.
text_transcription: BUT MY ROLAND NO WORD HE SAID WHEN THE SWORD WENT OUT TO SEA BUT ONLY TURNED AWAY HIS HEAD A QUICK SHRIEK CAME FROM ME COME BACK DEAR LORD TO YOUR WHITE MAID THE SWORD WENT OUT TO SEA THE HOT SUN BIT THE GARDEN BEDS WHEN THE SWORD CAME BACK FROM SEA BENEATH AN APPLE TREE OUR HEADS STRETCHED OUT TOWARD THE SEA GREY GLEAMED THE THIRSTY CASTLE LEADS WHEN THE SWORD CAME BACK FROM SEA
phonemes: bˌʌt maɪ ɹˈoʊlənd, nˈoʊ wˈɜːd hiː sˈɛd wɛn ðə sˈɔːɹd wɛnt ˈaʊt tə sˈiː,bˌʌt ˈoʊnli tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ hɪz hˈɛd; ɐ kwˈɪk ʃɹˈiːk kˈeɪm fɹʌm mˌiː: kˈʌm bˈæk, dˈɪɹ lˈɔːɹd, tə jʊɹ wˈaɪt mˈeɪd. ðə sˈɔːɹd wɛnt ˈaʊt tə sˈiː.ðə hˈɑːt sˈʌn bˈɪt ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən bˈɛdz wɛn ðə sˈɔːɹd kˈeɪm bˈæk fɹʌm sˈiː;bᵻnˌiːθ ɐn ˈæpəl tɹˈiː ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz stɹˈɛtʃt ˈaʊt təwˈɔːɹd ðə sˈiː; ɡɹˈeɪ ɡlˈiːmd ðə θˈɜːsti kˈæsəl lˈiːdz, wˌɛn ðə sˈɔːɹd kˈeɪm bˈæk fɹʌm sˈiː.