text_original: Let Stella look with watchful eye, Rebecca,[6] Ford, and Grattans by. Behold the bottle, where it lies With neck elated toward the skies! The god of winds and god of fire Did to its wondrous birth conspire; And Bacchus for the poet's use Pour'd in a strong inspiring juice.
text_transcription: THAT STELLA LOOK WITH WATCHFUL EYE REBECCA FORD AND GRATIN SPY BEHOLD THE BOTTLE WHERE IT LIES WITH NECK ELATED TOWARD THE SKIES THE GOD OF WINDS AND GOD OF FIRE DID TO ITS WONDROUS BIRTH CONSPIRE AND BACCHUS FOR THE POET'S USE POURED IN A STRONG INSPIRING JUICE
phonemes: lˈɛt stˈɛlə lˈʊk wɪð wˈɑːtʃfəl ˈaɪ, ɹᵻbˈɛkə,[sˈɪks] fˈɔːɹd, ænd ɡɹˈæʔn̩z bˈaɪ. bᵻhˈoʊld ðə bˈɑːɾəl, wˌɛɹ ɪt lˈaɪz wɪð nˈɛk ᵻlˈeɪɾᵻd təwˈɔːɹd ðə skˈaɪz! ðə ɡˈɑːd ʌv wˈɪndz ænd ɡˈɑːd ʌv fˈaɪɚ dˈɪd tʊ ɪts wˈʌndɹəs bˈɜːθ kənspˈaɪɚ; ænd bˈækəs fɚðə pˈoʊɪts jˈuːs pˈɔːɹd ɪn ɐ stɹˈɔŋ ɪnspˈaɪɚɹɪŋ dʒˈuːs.