text_original: So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."
text_transcription: SO STATELY HIS FORM AND SO LOVELY HER FACE THEN NEVER A HALL SUCH A GALLIA DID GRACE WHILE HER MOTHER DID FRET AND HER FATHER DID FUME AND THE BRIDEGROOM STOOD DANGLING HIS BONNET AND PLUME AND THE BRIGHT MAIDENS WHISPERED TWERE BETTER BY FAR TO HAVE MATCHED OUR FAIR COUSIN WITH YOUNG LOCHINVOIR
phonemes: sˌoʊ stˈeɪtli hɪz fˈɔːɹm, ænd sˌoʊ lˈʌvli hɜː fˈeɪs, ðæt nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ hˈɔːl sˈʌtʃ ɐ ɡˈælɪɚd dˈɪd ɡɹˈeɪs; wˌaɪl hɜː mˈʌðɚ dˈɪd fɹˈɛt, ænd hɜː fˈɑːðɚ dˈɪd fjˈuːm, ænd ðə bɹˈaɪdɡɹuːm stˈʊd dˈæŋɡəlɪŋ hɪz bˈɑːnɪt ænd plˈuːm, ænd ðə bɹˈaɪdmeɪdənz wˈɪspɚd, "twˈɪɹ bˈɛɾɚ, baɪ fˈɑːɹ, tə hæv mˈætʃt ˌaʊɚ fˈɛɹ kˈʌzən wɪð jˈʌŋ lˈɑːtʃɪnvˌɑːɹ."