text_original: In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn, Once more with delight played the lad on his horn. She wept as the shadows grew long, and she sighed: "Oh, tell me, my God, what my heart doth betide, Now the sun has gone down."
text_transcription: IN HER MAIDEN BOWER SAT THE PRINCESS FORLORN ONCE MORE WITH DELIGHT PLAYED THE LAD ON HIS HORN SHE WEPT AS THE SHADOWS GREW LONG AND SHE SIGHED O TELL ME MY GOD WHAT MY HEART DOTH BETIDE NOW THE SUN HAS GONE DOWN
phonemes: ɪn hɜː mˈeɪdən bˈaʊɚ sˈæt ðə pɹˈɪnsɛs fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn, wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt plˈeɪd ðə lˈæd ˌɔn hɪz hˈɔːɹn. ʃiː wˈɛpt æz ðə ʃˈædoʊz ɡɹˈuː lˈɔŋ, ænd ʃiː sˈaɪd: "ˈoʊ, tˈɛl mˌiː, maɪ ɡˈɑːd, wˌʌt maɪ hˈɑːɹt dʌθ bᵻtˈaɪd, nˈaʊ ðə sˈʌn hɐz ɡɔn dˈaʊn."