text_original: She said, and turn'd her head away, As there were nothing else to say, And everything were settled: red Grew Godmar's face from chin to head: Jehane, on yonder hill there stands My castle, guarding well my lands; What hinders me from taking you, And doing that I list to do To your fair wilful body, while Your knight lies dead?
text_transcription: SHE SAID AND TURNED HER HEAD AWAY AS THERE WERE NOTHING ELSE TO SAY AND EVERYTHING WAS SETTLED RED GREW GODMA'S FACE FROM CHIN TO HEAD JEHAN ON YONDER HILL THERE STANDS MY CASTLE GUARDING WELL MY LANDS WHAT HINDERS ME FROM TAKING YOU AND DOING THAT I LIST TO DO TO YOUR FAIR WILFUL BODY WHILE YOUR NIGHT LIES DEAD
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɛd, ænd tˈɜːnd hɜː hˈɛd ɐwˈeɪ, æz ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls tə sˈeɪ, ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ wɜː sˈɛɾəld: ɹˈɛd ɡɹˈuː ɡˈɑːdmɚz fˈeɪs fɹʌm tʃˈɪn tə hˈɛd: dʒˈɛheɪn, ˌɔn jˈɑːndɚ hˈɪl ðɛɹ stˈændz maɪ kˈæsəl, ɡˈɑːɹdɪŋ wˈɛl maɪ lˈændz; wˌʌt hˈɪndɚz mˌiː fɹʌm tˈeɪkɪŋ juː, ænd dˌuːɪŋ ðæt aɪ lˈɪst tə dˈuː tə jʊɹ fˈɛɹ wˈɪlfəl bˈɑːdi, wˌaɪl jʊɹ nˈaɪt lˈaɪz dˈɛd?