text_original: No politics, no subtle tricks, No man his country selling: We eat, we drink; we never think Of these at Ballyspellin. The troubled mind, the puff'd with wind, Do all come here pell mell in; And they are sure to work their cure By drinking Ballyspellin.
text_transcription: NO POLITICS NO SUBTLE TRICKS NO MAN HIS COUNTRY SELLING WE EAT WE DRINK WE NEVER THINK OF THESE AT BALLY SPELLING THE TROUBLED MIND THE PUFFED WITH WINE DO ALL COME HERE PELL MELL IN AND THEY ARE SURE TO WORK THEIR CURE BY DRINKING BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: nˈoʊ pˈɑːlətˌɪks, nˈoʊ sˈʌɾəl tɹˈɪks, nˈoʊ mˈæn hɪz kˈʌntɹi sˈɛlɪŋ: wiː ˈiːt, wiː dɹˈɪŋk; wiː nˈɛvɚ θˈɪŋk ʌv ðiːz æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn. ðə tɹˈʌbəld mˈaɪnd, ðə pˈʌfd wɪð wˈɪnd, dˈuː ˈɔːl kˈʌm hˈɪɹ pˈɛl mˈɛl ˈɪn; ænd ðeɪ ɑːɹ ʃˈʊɹ tə wˈɜːk ðɛɹ kjˈʊɹ baɪ dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn.