text_original: There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar!" The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
text_transcription: THERE ARE MAIDENS IN SCOTLAND MORE LOVELY BY FAR THAT WOULD GLADLY BE BRIGHT TO THE YOUNG LOCHINVAL THE BRIDE KISSED THE GOBLET THE KNIGHT TOOK IT UP HE QUOFFED OFF THE WINE AND HE THREW DOWN THE CUP
phonemes: ðɛɹˌɑːɹ mˈeɪdənz ɪn skˈɑːtlənd mˈɔːɹ lˈʌvli baɪ fˈɑːɹ, ðæt wʊd ɡlˈædli biː bɹˈaɪd tə ðə jˈʌŋ lˈɑːtʃɪnvˌɑːɹ!" ðə bɹˈaɪd kˈɪst ðə ɡˈɑːblət; ðə nˈaɪt tˈʊk ɪɾ ˈʌp, hiː kwˈɑːft ˈɔf ðə wˈaɪn, ænd hiː θɹˈuː dˌaʊn ðə kˈʌp.