text_original: Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny we fear nae evil ; Wi' usquebae we '11 face the Devil ! —   The swats sae reamed in Tammie's noddle, Fair play, he cared na Deils a bodle. But Maggie stood right sair astonished, Till, by the heel and hand admonished, She ventured forward on the light ; And, wow ! Tarn saw an unco sight
text_transcription: INSPIRING BOL JOHN BARLEYCORN WHAT DANGERS THOU CANST MAKE US SCORN WITH TIPPINEY WE FEAR MY EVIL WITH US QUABAY WILL FACE THE DEVIL THE SWAT SO REAMED IN TAMMY'S NODDLE FAIR PLAY HE CARED NOT DALE'S BOTTLE BUT MAGGIE STOOD RIGHT SAD ASTONISHED TILL BY THE HEEL AND HAND ADMONISHED SHE VENTURED FORWARD ON THE LIGHT AND WOW TOM SAW AN UNCLE SIGHT
phonemes: ɪnspˈaɪɚɹɪŋ bˈoʊld dʒˈɑːn bˈɑːɹlɪkˌɔːɹn ! wˌʌt dˈeɪndʒɚz ðˈaʊ kˈænst mˌeɪk ˌʌs skˈɔːɹn ! wˈaɪ tˈɪpɛni wiː fˈɪɹ nˈiː ˈiːvəl ; wˈaɪ ˈʌskwɪbˌiː wiː ɪlˈɛvən fˈeɪs ðə dˈɛvəl ! —   ðə swˈɑːts ˌɛsˌeɪˈiː ɹˈiːmd ɪn tˈæmiz nˈɑːdəl, fˈɛɹ plˈeɪ, hiː kˈɛɹd nˈɑː dˈeɪlz ɐ bˈɑːdəl. bˌʌt mˈæɡi stˈʊd ɹˈaɪt sˈɛɹ ɐstˈɑːnɪʃt, tˈɪl, baɪ ðə hˈiːl ænd hˈænd ɐdmˈɑːnɪʃt, ʃiː vˈɛntʃɚd fˈɔːɹwɚd ɔnðə lˈaɪt ; ænd, wˈaʊ ! tˈɑːɹn sˈɔː ɐn ʌŋkˈoʊ sˈaɪt