text_original: She told me that shame would never betide, With truth for my creed and God for my guide She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm chair. I sat and watched her many a day, When her eye grew dim and her locks were gray; And I almost worshipped her when she smiled, And turned from her Bible to bless her child.
text_transcription: SHE TOLD ME THAT SHAME WOULD NEVER BE TIED WITH TRUTH FOR MY CREED AND GOD FOR MY GUIDE SHE TAUGHT ME TO LISP MY EARLIEST PRAYER AS I KNELT BESIDE THAT OLD ARM CHAIR I SAT AND WATCHED HER MANY A DAY WHEN HER EYE GREW DIM AND HER LOOKS WERE GRAY AND I ALMOST WORSHIPPED HER WHEN SHE SMILED AND TURNED FROM HER BIBLE TO BLESS HER CHILD
phonemes: ʃiː tˈoʊld mˌiː ðæt ʃˈeɪm wʊd nˈɛvɚ bᵻtˈaɪd, wɪð tɹˈuːθ fɔːɹ maɪ kɹˈiːd ænd ɡˈɑːd fɔːɹ maɪ ɡˈaɪd ʃiː tˈɔːt mˌiː tə lˈɪsp maɪ ˈɜːlɪɪst pɹˈɛɹ, æz aɪ nˈɛlt bᵻsˌaɪd ðæt ˈoʊld ˈɑːɹm tʃˈɛɹ. aɪ sˈæt ænd wˈɑːtʃt hɜː mˈɛni ɐ dˈeɪ, wˌɛn hɜːɹ ˈaɪ ɡɹˈuː dˈɪm ænd hɜː lˈɑːks wɜː ɡɹˈeɪ; ænd aɪ ˈɔːlmoʊst wˈɜːʃɪpt hɜː wɛn ʃiː smˈaɪld, ænd tˈɜːnd fɹʌm hɜː bˈaɪbəl tə blˈɛs hɜː tʃˈaɪld.