text_original: An old man was sitting beside the fire, and he answered her: 'Beer comes from barley, hops, and water. The seed of the hops were scattered loosely over the earth, and from them arose the graceful hop vine, climbing over everything.
text_transcription: AN OLD MAN WAS SITTING BESIDE THE FIRE AND HE ANSWERED HER BEER COMES FROM BARLEY HOPS AND WATER THE SEED OF THE HOPS WAS SCATTERED LOOSELY OVER THE EARTH AND FROM THEM AROSE THE GRACEFUL HOP VINE CLIMBING OVER EVERYTHING
phonemes: ɐn ˈoʊld mˈæn wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ bᵻsˌaɪd ðə fˈaɪɚ, ænd hiː ˈænsɚd hɜː: bˈɪɹ kˈʌmz fɹʌm bˈɑːɹli, hˈɑːps, ænd wˈɔːɾɚ. ðə sˈiːd ʌvðə hˈɑːps wɜː skˈæɾɚd lˈuːsli ˌoʊvɚ ðɪ ˈɜːθ, ænd fɹʌm ðˌɛm ɚɹˈoʊz ðə ɡɹˈeɪsfəl hˈɑːp vˈaɪn, klˈaɪmɪŋ ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ.