text_original: Romantic Ireland is not old. For years untold her youth will shine. Her heart is fed on Heavenly bread, The blood of martyrs is her wine.
text_transcription: ROMANTIC IRELAND IS NOT OLD FOR YEARS UNTOLD HER YOUTH WILL SHINE HER HEART IS FED ON HEAVENLY BREAD THE BLOOD OF MARTIUS IS HER WINE
phonemes: ɹoʊmˈæntɪk ˈaɪɚlənd ɪz nˌɑːt ˈoʊld. fɔːɹ jˈɪɹz ʌntˈoʊld hɜː jˈuːθ wɪl ʃˈaɪn. hɜː hˈɑːɹt ɪz fˈɛd ˌɔn hˈɛvənli bɹˈɛd, ðə blˈʌd ʌv mˈɑːɹɾɚz ɪz hɜː wˈaɪn.