text_original: We three and the barley bree! And the moonlight on the floor! Who were a man to do with less? What emperor has more? Three stone jugs of Cruiskeen Lawn, And three stout hearts to drain A slanter to the truth in the heart of youth And the joy of the love of men.
text_transcription: WE THREE AND THE BARLEY BREATHE AND THE MOONLIGHT ON THE FLOOR WHO WERE MEN TO DO WITH LESS WHAT EMPEROR HAS MORE THREE STONE JUGS OF CRISCAN LAWN AND THREE STOUT HEARTS TO DRAIN A SLANTER TO THE TRUTH IN THE HEART OF YOUTH AND THE JOY OF THE LOVE OF MAN
phonemes: wiː θɹˈiː ænd ðə bˈɑːɹli bɹˈiː! ænd ðə mˈuːnlaɪt ɔnðə flˈɔːɹ! hˌuː wɜːɹ ɐ mˈæn tə dˈuː wɪð lˈɛs? wˌʌt ˈɛmpɚɹɚ hɐz mˈɔːɹ? θɹˈiː stˈoʊn dʒˈʌɡz ʌv kɹˈuːɪskˌiːn lˈɔːn, ænd θɹˈiː stˈaʊt hˈɑːɹts tə dɹˈeɪn ɐ slˈæntɚ tə ðə tɹˈuːθ ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv jˈuːθ ænd ðə dʒˈɔɪ ʌvðə lˈʌv ʌv mˈɛn.