text_original: "Many a wassail bout Wore the long Winter out; [238] RAINBOW GOLD Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing.
text_transcription: MANY A WASSAIL BOUT WORE THE LONG WINTER OUT OF OUR MIDNIGHT SHOUT SET THE COCKS CROWING AS WE THE BURGURG'S TALE MEASURED IN CUPS OF ALE DRAINING THE OAKEN PALE FILLED TO OVERFLOWING
phonemes: "mˈɛni ɐ wˈɑːseɪl bˈaʊt wˈɔːɹ ðə lˈɔŋ wˈɪntɚɹ ˈaʊt; [tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt] ɹˈeɪnboʊ ɡˈoʊld ˈɔfən ˌaʊɚ mˈɪdnaɪt ʃˈaʊt sˈɛt ðə kˈɑːks kɹˈoʊɪŋ, æz wiː ðə bɚsˈɜːks tˈeɪl mˈɛʒɚd ɪn kˈʌps ʌv ˈeɪl, dɹˈeɪnɪŋ ðɪ ˈoʊkən pˈeɪl, fˈɪld tʊ ˈɔːɹfloʊɪŋ.