text_original: By their children's cots the mothers sang; and the maidens sang, over their churning and spinning, the old, sweet, monotonous fairy songs. Sometimes the young voices sang in question and answer. One would take the fairy's part, — " What are you doing here, you fair little bride ?" And the sister would answer, — " I have lost my way ; I have torn my frock beside. I have lost my way in the gorse ; it tore my feet, And never, never I '11 reach the village street."
text_transcription: BY THEIR CHILDREN'S COTS THE MOTHERS SANG AND THE MAIDENS SANG OVER THEIR CHURNING AND SPINNING THE OLD SWEET MONOTONOUS FAIRY SONGS SOMETIMES THE YOUNG VOICES SANG IN QUESTION AND ANSWER ONE WOULD TAKE THE FAIRY'S PART WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU FAIR LITTLE BRIDE AND SISTER WOULD ANSWER I HAVE LOST MY WAY I HAVE TORN MY FROCK BESIDE I HAVE LOST MY WAY IN THE GORSE IT TORE MY FEET AND NEVER NEVER I'LL REACH THE VILLAGE STREET
phonemes: baɪ ðɛɹ tʃˈɪldɹənz kˈɑːts ðə mˈʌðɚz sˈæŋ; ænd ðə mˈeɪdənz sˈæŋ, ˌoʊvɚ ðɛɹ tʃˈɜːnɪŋ ænd spˈɪnɪŋ, ðɪ ˈoʊld, swˈiːt, mənˈɑːtənəs fˈɛɹi sˈɔŋz. sˈʌmtaɪmz ðə jˈʌŋ vˈɔɪsᵻz sˈæŋ ɪn kwˈɛstʃən ænd ˈænsɚ. wˈʌn wʊd tˈeɪk ðə fˈɛɹiz pˈɑːɹt, — " wˌʌt ɑːɹ juː dˌuːɪŋ hˈɪɹ, juː fˈɛɹ lˈɪɾəl bɹˈaɪd ?" ænd ðə sˈɪstɚ wʊd ˈænsɚ, — " aɪ hæv lˈɔst maɪ wˈeɪ ; aɪ hæv tˈɔːɹn maɪ fɹˈɑːk bᵻsˈaɪd. aɪ hæv lˈɔst maɪ wˈeɪ ɪnðə ɡˈɔːɹs ; ɪt tˈɔːɹ maɪ fˈiːt, ænd nˈɛvɚ, nˈɛvɚɹ aɪ ɪlˈɛvən ɹˈiːtʃ ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ stɹˈiːt."