text_original: I beg thee to play! It gives wings to my thought that would flee far away, As the sun goes down." In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn, Once more with delight played the lad on his horn.
text_transcription: I BEG THEE TO PLAY IT GIVES WINGS TO MY THOUGHT THAT WOULD FLEE FAR AWAY AS THE SUN GOES DOWN IN HER MAIDEN BOWER SAT THE PRINCESS FORLORN ONCE MORE WITH DELIGHT PLAYED THE LAD ON HIS HORN
phonemes: aɪ bˈɛɡ ðiː tə plˈeɪ! ɪt ɡˈɪvz wˈɪŋz tə maɪ θˈɔːt ðæt wʊd flˈiː fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ, æz ðə sˈʌn ɡoʊz dˈaʊn." ɪn hɜː mˈeɪdən bˈaʊɚ sˈæt ðə pɹˈɪnsɛs fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn, wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt plˈeɪd ðə lˈæd ˌɔn hɪz hˈɔːɹn.