text_original: Have I no wine, who linger yet In vineyards cool and far, Where every vine is dewy wet And every grape a star ? Where tranquil hours like bubbles rise To glitter and depart, Where I am master of her eyes And servant of her heart
text_transcription: HAVE I NO WINE WHO LINGER YET IN VINEYARDS COOL AND FAR WHERE EVERY VINE IS DEWY WET AND EVERY GRAPE A STAR WHERE TRANQUIL HOURS LIKE BUBBLES RISE TO GLITTER AND DEPART WHERE I AM MASTER OF HER EYES AND SERVANT OF HER HEART
phonemes: hæv aɪ nˈoʊ wˈaɪn, hˌuː lˈɪŋɡɚ jˈɛt ɪn vˈɪnjɚdz kˈuːl ænd fˈɑːɹ, wˌɛɹ ˈɛvɹi vˈaɪn ɪz dˈuːi wˈɛt ænd ˈɛvɹi ɡɹˈeɪp ɐ stˈɑːɹ ? wˌɛɹ tɹˈæŋkwɪl ˈaʊɚz lˈaɪk bˈʌbəlz ɹˈaɪz tə ɡlˈɪɾɚ ænd dᵻpˈɑːɹt, wˌɛɹ aɪɐm mˈæstɚɹ ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ænd sˈɜːvənt ʌv hɜː hˈɑːɹt