text_original: Most happy year! And out of town The hay was prosperous, and the wheat; The silken harvest climbed the down; Moon after moon was heavenly sweet Stroking the bread within the sheaves, Looking twixt apples and their leaves.
text_transcription: MOST HAPPY YEAR AND OUT OF TOWN THE HAY WAS PROSPEROUS AND THE WHEAT THE SILKEN HARVEST CLIMBED THE DOWN MOON AFTER MOON WAS HEAVENLY SWEET STROKING THE BREAD WITHIN THE SHEAVES LOOKING TWIXT APPLES AND THEIR LEAVES
phonemes: mˈoʊst hˈæpi jˈɪɹ! ænd ˌaʊɾəv tˈaʊn ðə hˈeɪ wʌz pɹˈɑːspɚɹəs, ænd ðə wˈiːt; ðə sˈɪlkən hˈɑːɹvɪst klˈaɪmd ðə dˈaʊn; mˈuːn ˈæftɚ mˈuːn wʌz hˈɛvənli swˈiːt stɹˈoʊkɪŋ ðə bɹˈɛd wɪðˌɪn ðə ʃˈiːvz, lˈʊkɪŋ twˈɪkst ˈæpəlz ænd ðɛɹ lˈiːvz.