text_original: So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, 'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor, craven bridegroom said never a word), "O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"
text_transcription: SO BOLDLY HE ENTERED THE NETHERBY HALL AMONG BRIDESMEN AND KINSMEN AND BROTHERS AND ALL THEN SPOKE THE BRIDE'S FATHER HIS HAND ON HIS SWORD FOR THE POOR CRAVEN BRIDEGROOM SAID NEVER A WORD OH COME YE IN PEACE HERE OR COME YE IN WAR OR TO DANCE AT OUR BRIDLE YOUNG LORD LORNVOR
phonemes: sˌoʊ bˈoʊldli hiː ˈɛntɚd ðə nˈɛðɜːbi hˈɔːl, mˈɔŋɡ bɹˈaɪdzmɛn, ænd kˈɪnzmɛn, ænd bɹˈʌðɚz, ænd ˈɔːl: ðˈɛn spˈoʊk ðə bɹˈaɪdz fˈɑːðɚ, hɪz hˈænd ˌɔn hɪz sˈɔːɹd (fɚðə pˈʊɹ, kɹˈeɪvən bɹˈaɪdɡɹuːm sˈɛd nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ wˈɜːd), "ˈoʊ, kˈʌm jiː ɪn pˈiːs hˈɪɹ, ɔːɹ kˈʌm jiː ɪn wˈɔːɹ, ɔːɹ tə dˈæns æɾ ˌaʊɚ bɹˈaɪdəl, jˈʌŋ lˈɔːɹd lˈɑːtʃɪnvˌɑːɹ?"