text_original: Ah, why, of all the songs that grow Forever tenderer, Chose she that passionate refrain Where lovers 'mid the stir Of wassailers that round them pass Hide their sweet secret? Now, alas, In her nun's habit, coifed and veiled, What meant that song to her!
text_transcription: AH WHY OF ALL THE SONGS THAT GROW FOR EVER TENDERER CHOSE SHE THAT PASSIONATE REFRAIN WHERE LOVERS MID THE STIR OF WEST SAILORS THAT ROUND THEM PASS HIDE THEIR SWEET SECRET NOW ALAS IN HER NUN'S HABIT QUOTHED AND VEILED WHAT MEANT THAT SONG TO HER
phonemes: ˈɑː, wˈaɪ, ʌv ˈɔːl ðə sˈɔŋz ðæt ɡɹˈoʊ fɚɹˈɛvɚ tˈɛndɚɹɚ, tʃˈoʊz ʃiː ðæt pˈæʃənət ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn wˌɛɹ lˈʌvɚz mˈɪd ðə stˈɜːɹ ʌv wˈɑːseɪlɚz ðæt ɹˈaʊnd ðˌɛm pˈæs hˈaɪd ðɛɹ swˈiːt sˈiːkɹᵻt? nˈaʊ, ɐlˈæs, ɪn hɜː nˈʌnz hˈæbɪt, kˈɔɪft ænd vˈeɪld, wˌʌt mˈɛnt ðæt sˈɔŋ tə hɜː!