text_original: We've White and Black Bulls and two Suns in one street, One Swan and two Lions which never taste meat, And here you see women with bottles and jugs, Roll into these taverns and dram drinking snugs, As brazen as brass to get an odd glass.
text_transcription: WE'VE WHITE AND BLACK BULLS AND TWO SONS IN ONE STREET ONE SWAN AND TWO LIONS WHICH NEVER TASTE MEAT AND HERE YOU SEE WOMEN WITH BOTTLES AND JUGS ROLL INTO THESE TAVERNS AND DRAM DRINKING SNUGS AS BRAZEN AS BRASS TO GET AN ODD GLASS
phonemes: wiːv wˈaɪt ænd blˈæk bˈʊlz ænd tˈuː sˈʌnz ɪn wˈʌn stɹˈiːt, wˈʌn swˈɑːn ænd tˈuː lˈaɪənz wˌɪtʃ nˈɛvɚ tˈeɪst mˈiːt, ænd hˈɪɹ juː sˈiː wˈɪmɪn wɪð bˈɑːɾəlz ænd dʒˈʌɡz, ɹˈoʊl ˌɪntʊ ðiːz tˈævɚnz ænd dɹˈæm dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ snˈʌɡz, æz bɹˈeɪzən æz bɹˈæs tə ɡɛt ɐn ˈɑːd ɡlˈæs.