text_original: Three stone jugs of Cruiskeen Lawn, And a cheese like crusted foam! The Kavanagh receives to night! McMurrough is at home! We three and the barley bree! And a health to the one away, Who drifts down careless Italy, God's wanderer and estray!
text_transcription: THREE STONE JUGS OF CRUISKIN LAWN AND A CHEESE LIKE CRUSTED FOAM THE CAVERNER RECEIVES TO NIGHT MAC MURRO IS AT HOME WE THREE AND THE BARLEY BREATHE AND THE HEALTH TO THE ONE AWAY WHO DRIFTS DOWN CARELESS ITALY GOD'S WANDERER AND THE STRAY
phonemes: θɹˈiː stˈoʊn dʒˈʌɡz ʌv kɹˈuːɪskˌiːn lˈɔːn, ænd ɐ tʃˈiːz lˈaɪk kɹˈʌstᵻd fˈoʊm! ðə kˈævɐnˌɑːɡ ɹᵻsˈiːvz tə nˈaɪt! mək mˈɜːɹʌf ɪz æt hˈoʊm! wiː θɹˈiː ænd ðə bˈɑːɹli bɹˈiː! ænd ɐ hˈɛlθ tə ðə wˈʌn ɐwˈeɪ, hˌuː dɹˈɪfts dˌaʊn kˈɛɹləs ˈɪɾəli, ɡˈɑːdz wˈɔndɚɹɚ ænd ˈɛstɹeɪ!