text_original: Throw ope the window to the stars, And let the warm night in! Who knows what revelry in Mars May rhyme with rouse akin? Fill up and drain the loving cup And leave no drop to waste! The moon looks in to see what's up   Begad, she'd like a taste!
text_transcription: THROW OPEN THE WINDOW TO THE STARS AND LET THE WARM NIGHT IN WHO KNOWS WHAT REVELRY IN MARS MAY RHYME WITH ROUSERKIN FILL UP AND DRAIN THE LOVING CUP AND LEAVE NO DROP TO WASTE THE MOON LOOKS IN TO SEE WHAT'S UP BEGAD SHE'D LIKE A TASTE
phonemes: θɹˈoʊ ˈoʊp ðə wˈɪndoʊ tə ðə stˈɑːɹz, ænd lˈɛt ðə wˈɔːɹm nˈaɪt ˈɪn! hˌuː nˈoʊz wʌt ɹˈɛvəlɹi ɪn mˈɑːɹz mˈeɪ ɹˈaɪm wɪð ɹˈaʊz ɐkˈɪn? fˈɪl ˌʌp ænd dɹˈeɪn ðə lˈʌvɪŋ kˈʌp ænd lˈiːv nˈoʊ dɹˈɑːp tə wˈeɪst! ðə mˈuːn lˈʊks ɪn tə sˈiː wʌts ˌʌp bᵻɡˈæd, ʃiːd lˈaɪk ɐ tˈeɪst!