text_original: "Mother, I shall have gold enow, Though love be never mine, To buy all else that the world can show Of good and fair and fine." "Oh, what care you for a prince's gold, Or the key of a kingdom's till? I had rather see you a harlot bold That sins of her own free will.
text_transcription: MOTHER I SHALL HAVE GOLD IN NO THOUGH LOVE BE NEVER MINE TO BUY ALL ELSE THAT THE WORLD CAN SHOW OF GOOD AND FAIR AND FINE O WHAT CARE YOU FOR A PRINCESS GOLD OR THE KEY OF A KINGDOM STILL I HAD RATHER SEE YOU A HARLOT BOLD THAT SINS OF HER OWN FREE WILL
phonemes: "mˈʌðɚ, aɪʃˌɐl hæv ɡˈoʊld ˈiːnoʊ, ðˌoʊ lˈʌv biː nˈɛvɚ mˈaɪn, tə bˈaɪ ˈɔːl ˈɛls ðætðə wˈɜːld kæn ʃˈoʊ ʌv ɡˈʊd ænd fˈɛɹ ænd fˈaɪn." "ˈoʊ, wˌʌt kˈɛɹ juː fɚɹə pɹˈɪnsᵻz ɡˈoʊld, ɔːɹ ðə kˈiː əvə kˈɪŋdəmz tˈɪl? aɪ hæd ɹˈæðɚ sˈiː juː ɐ hˈɑːɹlɑːt bˈoʊld ðæt sˈɪnz ʌv hɜːɹ ˈoʊn fɹˈiː wˈɪl.