text_original: Your eyes are like flashings of lightning, Glancing there, darting here, oh! so frisky; Your sweet breath's more intoxicating By far than old Irish whisky!
text_transcription: YOUR EYES ARE LIKE FLASHINGS OF LIGHTNING GLANCING THERE DARTING HERE OH SO FRISKY YOUR SWEET BREATH MORE INTOXICATING BY FAR THAN OLD IRISH WHISKY
phonemes: jʊɹ ˈaɪz ɑːɹ lˈaɪk flˈæʃɪŋz ʌv lˈaɪtnɪŋ, ɡlˈænsɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, dˈɑːɹɾɪŋ hˈɪɹ, ˈoʊ! sˌoʊ fɹˈɪski; jʊɹ swˈiːt bɹˈɛθz mˈɔːɹ ɪntˈɑːksᵻkˌeɪɾɪŋ baɪ fˈɑːɹ ðɐn ˈoʊld ˈaɪɹɪʃ wˈɪski!