text_original: But now must he needs leave his head to hang, For his blood was all gone from him, and he could not live. To the side of the Mother that owned him, his head he would hold, And his soul went from him with chilling shriek and shrill cry.
text_transcription: BUT NOW MUST HE NEEDS LEAVE HIS HEAD TO HANG FOR HIS BLOOD WAS ALL GONE FROM HIM AND HE COULD NOT LIVE TO THE SIDE OF THE MOTHER THAT OWNED HIM HIS HEAD HE WOULD HOLD AND HIS SOUL WENT FROM HIM WITH CHILLING SHRIEK AND SHRILL CRY
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ mˈʌst hiː nˈiːdz lˈiːv hɪz hˈɛd tə hˈæŋ, fɔːɹ hɪz blˈʌd wʌz ˈɔːl ɡˈɔn fɹʌm hˌɪm, ænd hiː kʊd nˌɑːt lˈɪv. tə ðə sˈaɪd ʌvðə mˈʌðɚ ðæt ˈoʊnd hˌɪm, hɪz hˈɛd hiː wʊd hˈoʊld, ænd hɪz sˈoʊl wɛnt fɹʌm hˌɪm wɪð tʃˈɪlɪŋ ʃɹˈiːk ænd ʃɹˈɪl kɹˈaɪ.