text_original: The people fall back reverently, As th' holy Monks draw near, One maiden there is trembling, As if for very fear. Or p'r'aps it's her devotion That palsies all her frame, But then she would most surely Be bow'd for virgin shame.
text_transcription: THE PEOPLE FALL BACK REVERENTLY AS THE HOLY MONKS DRAW NEAR ONE MAIDEN THERE IS TREMBLING AS IF FOR VERY FEAR OR PERHAPS IT'S HER DEVOTION THAT PALSIES ALL HER FRAME BUT THEN SHE WOULD MOST SURELY BE BOWED FOR VIRGIN SHAME
phonemes: ðə pˈiːpəl fˈɔːl bˈæk ɹˈɛvɚɹəntli, æz tˌiːˈeɪtʃ hˈoʊli mˈʌŋks dɹˈɔː nˈɪɹ, wˈʌn mˈeɪdən ðɛɹ ɪz tɹˈɛmblɪŋ, æz ɪf fɔːɹ vˈɛɹi fˈɪɹ. ɔːɹ pˈiːɹˈæps ɪts hɜː dɪvˈoʊʃən ðæt pˈɔːlziz ˈɔːl hɜː fɹˈeɪm, bˌʌt ðˈɛn ʃiː wʊd mˈoʊst ʃˈʊɹli biː bˈoʊd fɔːɹ vˈɜːdʒɪn ʃˈeɪm.