text_original: Where tranquil hours like bubbles rise To glitter and depart, Where I am master of her eyes And servant of her heart ? Not mine to see the daylight slink, A fuddled toper, in ; It is the wine of love I drink From an enchanted bin; 130 DRINKING SONG FOR LOVERS And it is mine to offer up Praise to the gods above, That I may drain their loving cup Till I am drunk with love.
text_transcription: WHERE TRANQUIL HOURS LIKE BUBBLES RISE TO GLITTER AND DEPART WHERE I AM MASTER OF HER EYES AND SERVANT OF HER HEART NOT MINE TO SEE THE DAYIGHT SLINK A FODDLE TOPER IN IT IS THE WINE OF LOVE I DRINK FROM AN ENCHANTED BIN AND IT IS MINE TO OFFER UP PRAISE TO THE GODS ABOVE THAT I MAY DRAIN THEIR LOVING CUP TILL I AM DRUNK WITH LOVE
phonemes: wˌɛɹ tɹˈæŋkwɪl ˈaʊɚz lˈaɪk bˈʌbəlz ɹˈaɪz tə ɡlˈɪɾɚ ænd dᵻpˈɑːɹt, wˌɛɹ aɪɐm mˈæstɚɹ ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ænd sˈɜːvənt ʌv hɜː hˈɑːɹt ? nˌɑːt mˈaɪn tə sˈiː ðə dˈeɪlaɪt slˈɪŋk, ɐ fˈʌdəld tˈoʊpɚ, ˈɪn ; ɪɾ ɪz ðə wˈaɪn ʌv lˈʌv aɪ dɹˈɪŋk fɹʌm ɐn ɛntʃˈæntᵻd bˈɪn; wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈɔŋ fɔːɹ lˈʌvɚz ænd ɪɾ ɪz mˈaɪn tʊ ˈɔfɚɹ ˌʌp pɹˈeɪz tə ðə ɡˈɑːdz əbˈʌv, ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ dɹˈeɪn ðɛɹ lˈʌvɪŋ kˈʌp tˈɪl aɪɐm dɹˈʌŋk wɪð lˈʌv.