text_original: The barley was planted in the land of Kalevala, and it grew and flourished there. 'Then the hops, clinging to the trees, began to hum, and the barley and the water in the wells to sing, saying: "Let us join our forces together, that we may live united, for that is far better than to be separated as we now are." So the ancient maiden Osmotar took six golden grains of barley, seven hops, and seven cups of water, and set them in a caldron on the fire.
text_transcription: THE BARLEY WAS PLANTED IN THE LAND OF CALIBALA AND IT GREW AND FLOURISHED THERE THEN THE HOPS CLINGING TO THE TREES BEGAN TO HUM AND THE BARLEY AND THE WATER IN THE WELLS TO SING SAYING LET US JOIN OUR FORCES TOGETHER THAT WE MAY LIVE UNITED FOR THAT IS FAR BETTER THAN TO BE SEPARATED AS NOW WE ARE SO THE ANCIENT MAIDEN OSMOTA TOOK SIX GOLDEN GRAINS OF BARLEY SEVEN HOPS AND SEVEN CUPS OF WATER AND SET THEM IN A CAULDRON ON THE FIRE
phonemes: ðə bˈɑːɹli wʌz plˈæntᵻd ɪnðə lˈænd ʌv keɪlvˈɑːlə, ænd ɪt ɡɹˈuː ænd flˈɜːɹɪʃt ðˈɛɹ. ðˈɛn ðə hˈɑːps, klˈɪŋɪŋ tə ðə tɹˈiːz, bɪɡˈæn tə hˈʌm, ænd ðə bˈɑːɹli ænd ðə wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪnðə wˈɛlz tə sˈɪŋ, sˈeɪɪŋ: "lˈɛt ˌʌs dʒˈɔɪn ˌaʊɚ fˈɔːɹsᵻz təɡˈɛðɚ, ðæt wiː mˈeɪ lˈɪv juːnˈaɪɾᵻd, fɔːɹ ðæt ɪz fˈɑːɹ bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn təbi sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd æz wiː nˈaʊ ɑːɹ." sˌoʊ ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt mˈeɪdən ˈɑːzmɑːɾɚ tˈʊk sˈɪks ɡˈoʊldən ɡɹˈeɪnz ʌv bˈɑːɹli, sˈɛvən hˈɑːps, ænd sˈɛvən kˈʌps ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ, ænd sˈɛt ðˌɛm ɪn ɐ kˈɔldɹən ɔnðə fˈaɪɚ.