text_original: Be silent, I pray, It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away. As the sun goes down." In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn, The lad had ceased to play on his horn.
text_transcription: BE SILENT I PRAY IT FETTERS MY THOUGHTS THAT WOULD FLEE FAR AWAY AS THE SUN GOES DOWN IN HER MAIDEN BOWER SAT THE PRINCESS FORLORN THE LAD HAD CEASED TO PLAY ON HIS HORN
phonemes: biː sˈaɪlənt, aɪ pɹˈeɪ, ɪt fˈɛɾɚz maɪ θˈɔːts ðæt wʊd flˈiː fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ. æz ðə sˈʌn ɡoʊz dˈaʊn." ɪn hɜː mˈeɪdən bˈaʊɚ sˈæt ðə pɹˈɪnsɛs fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn, ðə lˈæd hæd sˈiːst tə plˈeɪ ˌɔn hɪz hˈɔːɹn.