text_original: A strange event! whom gold incites To blood and quarrels, brass unites; So goldsmiths say, the coarsest stuff Will serve for solder well enough: So by the kettle's loud alarms The bees are gather'd into swarms, So by the brazen trumpet's bluster Troops of all tongues and nations muster; And so the harp of Ireland brings Whole crowds about its brazen strings.
text_transcription: A STRANGE EVENT WHOM GOLD INCITES TO BLOOD AND QUARRELS BRASS UNITES SO GOLDSMITHS SAY THE COARSEST STUFF WILL SERVE FOR SAWDER WELL ENOUGH SO BY THE KETTLE'S LOUD ALARMS THE BEES ARE GATHERED INTO SWARMS SO BY THE BRAZEN'S TRUMPETS BLUSTER TROOPS OF ALL TONGUES AND NATIONS MUSTER AND SO THE HARP OF IRELAND BRINGS WHOLE CROWDS ABOUT ITS BRAZEN STRINGS
phonemes: ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ ᵻvˈɛnt! hˈuːm ɡˈoʊld ɪnsˈaɪts tə blˈʌd ænd kwˈɔːɹəlz, bɹˈæs juːnˈaɪts; sˌoʊ ɡˈoʊldsmɪθs sˈeɪ, ðə kˈɔːɹsɪst stˈʌf wɪl sˈɜːv fɔːɹ sˈɑːdɚ wˈɛl ɪnˈʌf: sˌoʊ baɪ ðə kˈɛɾəlz lˈaʊd ɐlˈɑːɹmz ðə bˈiːz ɑːɹ ɡˈæðɚd ˌɪntʊ swˈɔːɹmz, sˌoʊ baɪ ðə bɹˈeɪzən tɹˈʌmpɪts blˈʌstɚ tɹˈuːps ʌv ˈɔːl tˈʌŋz ænd nˈeɪʃənz mˈʌstɚ; ænd sˌoʊ ðə hˈɑːɹp ʌv ˈaɪɚlənd bɹˈɪŋz hˈoʊl kɹˈaʊdz ɐbˌaʊt ɪts bɹˈeɪzən stɹˈɪŋz.