text_original: They are still left, — some of the Vaudois fairy songs. Innocent, charming little ballads, as simple as nursery rhymes, it is strange to find them, so sweet and harmless, among the gaunt and horrible memories of crime, slaugh  ter, and agony, with which the Inquisition has seared the pleasant Vaudois meadows. They are more touching than any tale of martyrdom, — these happy, childish little songs, which sprang up so sweetly in the gentle Vaudois hearts.
text_transcription: THEY ARE STILL LEFT SOME OF THE VAUDOIR FAIRY SONGS INNOCENT CHARMING LITTLE BALLADS AS SIMPLE AS NURSERY RHYMES IT IS STRANGE TO FIND THEM SO SWEET AND HARMLESS AMONG THE GAUNT AND HORRIBLE MEMORIES OF CRIME SLAUGHTER AND AGONY WITH WHICH THE INQUISITION HAS SEARED THE PLEASANT VAUDOIS MEADOWS THEY ARE MORE TOUCHING THAN ANY TALE OF MARTYRDOM THESE HAPPY CHILDISH LITTLE SONGS WHICH SPRANG UP SO SWEETLY IN THE GENTLE VAUDOIR HEARTS
phonemes: ðeɪ ɑːɹ stˈɪl lˈɛft, — sˌʌm ʌvðə vˈɔːdwɑː fˈɛɹi sˈɔŋz. ˈɪnəsənt, tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ lˈɪɾəl bˈælədz, æz sˈɪmpəl æz nˈɜːsɚɹi ɹˈaɪmz, ɪɾ ɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ tə fˈaɪnd ðˌɛm, sˌoʊ swˈiːt ænd hˈɑːɹmləs, ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡˈɔːnt ænd hˈɔːɹɪbəl mˈɛmɚɹiz ʌv kɹˈaɪm, slˈɔː tˈɜː, ænd ˈæɡəni, wɪð wˌɪtʃ ðɪ ˌɪŋkwɪsˈɪʃən hɐz sˈɪɹd ðə plˈɛzənt vˈɔːdwɑː mˈɛdoʊz. ðeɪ ɑːɹ mˈɔːɹ tˈʌtʃɪŋ ðɐn ˌɛni tˈeɪl ʌv mˈɑːɹɾɚdəm, — ðiːz hˈæpi, tʃˈaɪldɪʃ lˈɪɾəl sˈɔŋz, wˌɪtʃ spɹˈæŋ ˌʌp sˌoʊ swˈiːtli ɪnðə dʒˈɛntəl vˈɔːdwɑː hˈɑːɹts.