text_original: At midnight in the trysting wood I wandered by the waterside, When, soft as mist, before me stood My sweetheart who had died.
text_transcription: AT MIDNIGHT IN THE TRYSTING WOOD I WANDERED BY THE WATER SIDE WHEN SOFT AS MIST BEFORE ME STOOD MY SWEETHEART WHO HAD DIED
phonemes: æt mˈɪdnaɪt ɪnðə tɹˈɪstɪŋ wˈʊd aɪ wˈɔndɚd baɪ ðə wˈɔːɾɚsˌaɪd, wˌɛn, sˈɔft æz mˈɪst, bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː stˈʊd maɪ swˈiːthɑːɹt hˌuː hæd dˈaɪd.