text_original: Her tears then ceased to flow, Her wails no longer rang, And tuneful in her woe The prisoned maiden sang: "Oh, stranger, as you play I recognise your touch; And all that I can say, Is thank you very much!"
text_transcription: HER TEARS THEN CEASED TO FLOW HER WAILS NO LONGER RANG AND TUNEFUL IN HER WOE THE PRISON MAIDEN SANG O STRANGER AS YOU PLAY I RECOGNISE YOUR TOUCH AND ALL THAT I CAN SAY IS THANK YOU VERY MUCH
phonemes: hɜː tˈɪɹz ðˈɛn sˈiːst tə flˈoʊ, hɜː wˈeɪlz nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ ɹˈæŋ, ænd tˈuːnfəl ɪn hɜː wˈoʊ ðə pɹˈɪzənd mˈeɪdən sˈæŋ: "ˈoʊ, stɹˈeɪndʒɚ, æz juː plˈeɪ aɪ ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪz jʊɹ tˈʌtʃ; ænd ˈɔːl ðæt aɪ kæn sˈeɪ, ɪz θˈæŋk juː vˈɛɹi mˈʌtʃ!"