text_original: "Where is Ingeborg now? Hath forgotten me quite for the gray haired and withered old king? I can never forget, but my life I would give, if one sight of my love it would bring.
text_transcription: WHERE IS INGEBORG NOW HATH FORGOTTEN ME QUITE FOR THE GREY HAIRED AND WITHERED OLD KING I CAN NEVER FORGET BUT MY LIFE I WOULD GIVE IF ONE SIGHT OF MY LOVE IT WOULD BRING
phonemes: "wˌɛɹ ɪz ɪndʒˈɛbɔːɹɡ nˈaʊ? hæθ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ mˌiː kwˈaɪt fɚðə ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹd ænd wˈɪðɚd ˈoʊld kˈɪŋ? aɪ kæn nˈɛvɚ fɚɡˈɛt, bˌʌt maɪ lˈaɪf aɪ wʊd ɡˈɪv, ɪf wˈʌn sˈaɪt ʌv maɪ lˈʌv ɪt wʊd bɹˈɪŋ.