text_original: "No indeed, my skipping maiden: I know nothing of the trial here, Or criminal, if so he be.—I chanced to come this way, And the fire shone out into the dawn, and morning airs are cold now; I, too, was drawn in part by charms I see before me play, That I see not every day."
text_transcription: NO INDEED MY SKIPPING MAIDEN I KNOW NOTHING OF THE TRIAL HERE OR CRIMINAL IF SO HE BE I CHANCED TO COME THIS WAY AND THE FIRE SHONE OUT INTO THE DAWN AND MORNING AIRS ARE COLD NOW I TOO WAS DRAWN IN PART BY CHARMS I SEE BEFORE ME PLAY THAT I SEE NOT EVERY DAY
phonemes: "nˈoʊ ˌɪndˈiːd, maɪ skˈɪpɪŋ mˈeɪdən: aɪ nˈoʊ nˈʌθɪŋ ʌvðə tɹˈaɪəl hˈɪɹ, ɔːɹ kɹˈɪmɪnəl, ɪf sˌoʊ hiː bˈiː.—aɪ tʃˈænst tə kˈʌm ðɪs wˈeɪ, ænd ðə fˈaɪɚ ʃˈɑːn ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɔːn, ænd mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ˈɛɹz ɑːɹ kˈoʊld nˈaʊ; ˈaɪ, tˈuː, wʌz dɹˈɔːn ɪn pˈɑːɹt baɪ tʃˈɑːɹmz aɪ sˈiː bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː plˈeɪ, ðæt aɪ sˈiː nˌɑːt ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ."