DithyrambC. StanfordThere was a Young Lady of Tyre,Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;At the sound of each sweepShe enraptured the deep,And enchanted the city of Tyre.
← LibraryC. Stanford · songDithyrambSong 3 of 9lyrics: Edward Lear , as Derry Down DerryAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongDithyramblyrics: Edward Lear , as Derry Down DerryThereðˈeəwaswˈɒzaeɪ̯YoungjˈʌŋLadylˈeɪdiofˈɒvTyretˈaɪə,Whohˈuːsweptswˈɛpttheðəloudlˈaʊdchordskˈɔːdzofˈɒvaeɪ̯lyrelˈaɪə;AtˈættheðəsoundsˈaʊndofˈɒveachˈiːtʃsweepswˈiːpSheʃˈiːenrapturedɛnɹˈæptʃədtheðədeepdˈiːp,AndˈændenchantedɛntʃˈɑːntɪdtheðəcitysˈɪtiofˈɒvTyretˈaɪə.