text_original: Now all you from downy slumber Roused to the soft joys of love, Waked to pleasures without number, Peace and ease your bosoms prove: Round us roars Bellona's thunder, Ah!
text_transcription: NOW ALL YOU FROM DOWNY SLUMBER ROUSED TO THE SOFT JOYS OF LOVE WAKED TO PLEASURES WITHOUT NUMBER PEACE AND EASE YOUR BOSOMS PROVE ROUND US ROARS BOLOGNA'S THUNDER AH
phonemes: nˈaʊ ˈɔːl juː fɹʌm dˈaʊni slˈʌmbɚ ɹˈaʊzd tə ðə sˈɔft dʒˈɔɪz ʌv lˈʌv, wˈeɪkt tə plˈɛʒɚz wɪðˌaʊt nˈʌmbɚ, pˈiːs ænd ˈiːz jʊɹ bˈʊzəmz pɹˈuːv: ɹˈaʊnd ˌʌs ɹˈɔːɹz bɛlˈoʊnəz θˈʌndɚ, ˈɑː!