text_original: [1] 1728 All you that would refine your blood, As pure as famed Llewellyn, By waters clear, come every year To drink at Ballyspellin. Though pox or itch your skins enrich With rubies past the telling, 'Twill clear your skin before you've been A month at Ballyspellin.
text_transcription: SEVENTEEN TWENTY EIGHT ALL THAT YOU WOULD REFINE YOUR BLOOD AS PURE AS FAMED LLEWELLEN BY WATER'S CLEAR COME EVERY YEAR TO DRINK IT BALLY SPELLING THOUGH POX ARE ITCH YOUR SKINS ENRICH WITH RUBIES PAST THE TELLING TWILL CLEAR YOUR SKIN BEFORE YOU'VE BEEN A MONTH AT BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: [wˈʌn] wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti ˈeɪt ˈɔːl juː ðæt wʊd ɹᵻfˈaɪn jʊɹ blˈʌd, æz pjˈʊɹ æz fˈeɪmd lʊwˈɛlɪn, baɪ wˈɔːɾɚz klˈɪɹ, kˈʌm ˈɛvɹi jˈɪɹ tə dɹˈɪŋk æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn. ðˌoʊ pˈɑːks ɔːɹ ˈɪtʃ jʊɹ skˈɪnz ɛnɹˈɪtʃ wɪð ɹˈuːbiz pˈæst ðə tˈɛlɪŋ, twˈɪl klˈɪɹ jʊɹ skˈɪn bᵻfˌɔːɹ juːv bˌɪn ɐ mˈʌnθ æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn.