text_original: 'While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind gusts waft The sea foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, Out of those lips unshorn, From the deep drinking horn Blew the foam lightly.
text_transcription: WHILE THE BROWN ALE HE QUAFFED LOUD THEN THE CHAMPION LAUGHED AND AS THE WIND GUSTS SWAFT THE SEA FOAM BRIGHTLY SO THE LOUD LAUGH OF SCORN OUT OF THOSE LIPS UNSHORN FROM THE DEEP DRINKING HORN BLEW THE FOAM LIGHTLY
phonemes: wˌaɪl ðə bɹˈaʊn ˈeɪl hiː kwˈɑːft, lˈaʊd ðˈɛn ðə tʃˈæmpiən lˈæft, ænd æz ðə wˈɪnd ɡˈʌsts wˈæft ðə sˈiː fˈoʊm bɹˈaɪtli, sˌoʊ ðə lˈaʊd lˈæf ʌv skˈɔːɹn, ˌaʊɾəv ðoʊz lˈɪps ʌnʃˈɔːɹn, fɹʌmðə dˈiːp dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ hˈɔːɹn blˈuː ðə fˈoʊm lˈaɪtli.