text_original: Here is a cask of Alban, more Than nine years old: here grows Green parsley, Phyllis, and good store Of ivy too (Wreathed ivy suits your hair, you know) The plate shines bright: the altar, strewn With vervain, hungers for the flow Of lambkin's blood.
text_transcription: HERE IS A CASK OF ALBAN MORE THAN NINE YEARS OLD HERE GROWS GREEN PARSLEY PHYLLIS AND GOOD STORE OF IVY TOO WREATHED IVY SUITS YOUR HAIR YOU KNOW THE PLATE SHINES BRIGHT THE ALTAR STREWN WITH VERAIN HUNGERS FOR THE FLOW OF LAMBKIN'S BLOOD
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɪz ɐ kˈæsk ʌv ˈɔːlbən, mˈɔːɹ ðɐn nˈaɪn jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld: hˈɪɹ ɡɹˈoʊz ɡɹˈiːn pˈɑːɹsli, fˈɪliz, ænd ɡˈʊd stˈɔːɹ ʌv ˈaɪvi tˈuː (ɹˈiːðd ˈaɪvi sˈuːts jʊɹ hˈɛɹ, juː nˈoʊ) ðə plˈeɪt ʃˈaɪnz bɹˈaɪt: ðɪ ˈɔltɚ, stɹˈuːn wɪð vˈɜːveɪn, hˈʌŋɡɚz fɚðə flˈoʊ ʌv lˈæmbkɪnz blˈʌd.