text_original: Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee,   Like summer tempest came her tears, "Sweet my child, I live for thee."
text_transcription: STOLE A MAIDEN FROM HER PLACE LIGHTLY TO THE WARRIORS STEPPED TOOK THE FACE CLOTH FROM THE FACE YET SHE NEITHER MOVED NOR WEPT ROSE A NURSE OF NINETY YEARS SET HIS CHILD UPON HER KNEE LIKE SUMMER TEMPEST CAME HER TEARS SWEET MY CHILD I LIVE FOR THEE
phonemes: stˈoʊl ɐ mˈeɪdən fɹʌm hɜː plˈeɪs, lˈaɪtli tə ðə wˈɔːɹɪɚ stˈɛpt, tˈʊk ðə fˈeɪs klˈɔθ fɹʌmðə fˈeɪs; jˈɛt ʃiː nˈiːðɚ mˈuːvd nˈɔːɹ wˈɛpt. ɹˈoʊz ɐ nˈɜːs ʌv nˈaɪnti jˈɪɹz, sˈɛt hɪz tʃˈaɪld əpˌɑːn hɜː nˈiː,   lˈaɪk sˈʌmɚ tˈɛmpɪst kˈeɪm hɜː tˈɪɹz, "swˈiːt maɪ tʃˈaɪld, aɪ lˈɪv fɔːɹ ðˈiː."