text_original: All this, or else a life with him, For which I should be damned at last, Would God that this next hour were past! He answer'd not, but cried his cry, St. George for Marny! cheerily; And laid his hand upon her rein. Alas! no man of all his train Gave back that cheery cry again; And, while for rage his thumb beat fast Upon his sword hilt, some one cast About his neck a kerchief long, And bound him.
text_transcription: ALL THIS OR ELSE A LIFE WITH HIM FOR WHICH I SHOULD BE DAMNED AT LAST WOULD GOD THAT THIS NEXT HOUR WERE PAST HE ANSWERED NOT BUT CRIED HIS CRY SAINT GEORGE FOR MARNY CHEERILY AND LAID HIS HAND UPON HER REIN ALAS NO MAN OF ALL HIS STRAIN GAVE BACK THAT CHEERY CRY AGAIN AND WHILE FOR RAGE HIS THUMB BEAT FAST UPON HIS SWORD HILT SOME ONE CAST ABOUT HIS NECK A KERCHIEF LONG AND BOUND HIM
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðˈɪs, ɔːɹ ˈɛls ɐ lˈaɪf wɪð hˌɪm, fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ aɪ ʃˌʊd biː dˈæmd æt lˈæst, wʊd ɡˈɑːd ðæt ðɪs nˈɛkst ˈaʊɚ wɜː pˈæst! hiː ˈænsɚd nˈɑːt, bˌʌt kɹˈaɪd hɪz kɹˈaɪ, sənt. dʒˈɔːɹdʒ fɔːɹ mˈɑːɹni! tʃˈɪɹili; ænd lˈeɪd hɪz hˈænd əpˌɑːn hɜː ɹˈeɪn. ɐlˈæs! nˈoʊ mˈæn ʌv ˈɔːl hɪz tɹˈeɪn ɡˈeɪv bˈæk ðæt tʃˈɪɹi kɹˈaɪ ɐɡˈɛn; ænd, wˌaɪl fɔːɹ ɹˈeɪdʒ hɪz θˈʌm bˈiːt fˈæst əpˌɑːn hɪz sˈɔːɹd hˈɪlt, sˈʌmwʌn kˈæst ɐbˌaʊt hɪz nˈɛk ɐ kˈɜːtʃiːf lˈɔŋ, ænd bˈaʊnd hˌɪm.