text_original: We three and the barley bree! And a health to the one away, Who drifts down careless Italy, God's wanderer and estray! For friends are more than Arno's store Of garnered charm, and he Were blither with us here the night Than Titian bids him be.
text_transcription: WE THREE AND THE BARLEY BREATHE AND THE HEALTH TO THE ONE AWAY WHO DRIFTS DOWN CARELESS ITALY GOD'S WANDERER AND THE STRAY FOR FRIENDS ARE MORE THAN ARNO'S STORE OF GARNE A CHARM AND HE WERE BLITHETHER WITH US HERE THE NIGHT THAN TISSIAN BIDS HIM BE
phonemes: wiː θɹˈiː ænd ðə bˈɑːɹli bɹˈiː! ænd ɐ hˈɛlθ tə ðə wˈʌn ɐwˈeɪ, hˌuː dɹˈɪfts dˌaʊn kˈɛɹləs ˈɪɾəli, ɡˈɑːdz wˈɔndɚɹɚ ænd ˈɛstɹeɪ! fɔːɹ fɹˈɛndz ɑːɹ mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈɑːɹnoʊz stˈɔːɹ ʌv ɡˈɑːɹnɚd tʃˈɑːɹm, ænd hiː wɜː blˈɪðɚ wɪð ˌʌs hˈɪɹ ðə nˈaɪt ðɐn tˈɪʃən bˈɪdz hˌɪm bˈiː.