text_original: What made the assembly shine? Robin Adair: What made the ball so fine? Robin was there: What, when the play was o'er, What made my heart so sore? O, it was parting with Robin Adair! But now thou art far from me, Robin Adair; But now I never see Robin Adair; Yet him I loved so well Still in my heart shall dwell; O, I can ne'er forget Robin Adair!
text_transcription: WHAT MADE THE ASSEMBLY SHINE ROBIN A DARE WHAT MADE THE BALL SO FINE ROBIN WAS THERE WHAT WHEN THE PLAY WAS OVER WHAT MADE MY HEART SO SORE O IT WAS PARTING WITH ROBIN A DARE BUT NOW THOU ART FAR FROM ME ROBIN A DARE BUT NOW I NEVER SEE ROBIN A DARE YET HIM I LOVED SO WELL STILL IN MY HEART SHALL DWELL OH I CAN NEVER FORGET ROBBING A DEAR
phonemes: wˌʌt mˌeɪd ðɪ ɐsˈɛmbli ʃˈaɪn? ɹˈɑːbɪn ɐdˈɛɹ: wˌʌt mˌeɪd ðə bˈɔːl sˌoʊ fˈaɪn? ɹˈɑːbɪn wʌz ðˈɛɹ: wˌʌt, wˌɛn ðə plˈeɪ wʌz ˈɔːɹ, wˌʌt mˌeɪd maɪ hˈɑːɹt sˌoʊ sˈɔːɹ? ˈoʊ, ɪt wʌz pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ wɪð ɹˈɑːbɪn ɐdˈɛɹ! bˌʌt nˈaʊ ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm mˌiː, ɹˈɑːbɪn ɐdˈɛɹ; bˌʌt nˈaʊ aɪ nˈɛvɚ sˈiː ɹˈɑːbɪn ɐdˈɛɹ; jˈɛt hˌɪm aɪ lˈʌvd sˌoʊ wˈɛl stˈɪl ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ʃˌæl dwˈɛl; ˈoʊ, aɪ kæn nˈɛɹ fɚɡˈɛt ɹˈɑːbɪn ɐdˈɛɹ!