text_original: And still on that evening when Pleasure fills up To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends! will be with you that night; Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, And return to me, beaming all o'er with your smiles   Too blest if it tell me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice has murmured, "I wish he were here!"
text_transcription: AND STILL ON THAT EVENING WHEN PLEASURE FILLS UP TO THE HIGHEST TOPS SPARKLE EACH HEART AND EACH CUP WHEREVER MY PATH LIES BE IT GLOOMY OR BRIGHT MY SOUL HAPPY FRIENDS WILL BE WITH YOU THAT NIGHT SHALL JOIN IN YOUR REVELS YOUR SPORTS AND YOUR WILES AND RETURN TO ME BEAMING ALL OVER WITH YOUR SMILES TOO BLEST IF IT TELL ME THAT MID THE GATES HERE SOME KIND VOICE HAS MURMURED I WISH HE WERE HERE
phonemes: ænd stˈɪl ˌɔn ðæt ˈiːvnɪŋ wɛn plˈɛʒɚ fˈɪlz ˌʌp tə ðə hˈaɪɪst tˈɑːp spˈɑːɹkəl ˈiːtʃ hˈɑːɹt ænd ˈiːtʃ kˈʌp, wˈɛɹɚ maɪ pˈæθ lˈaɪz, biː ɪt ɡlˈuːmi ɔːɹ bɹˈaɪt, maɪ sˈoʊl, hˈæpi fɹˈɛndz! wɪl biː wɪð juː ðæt nˈaɪt; ʃˌæl dʒˈɔɪn ɪn jʊɹ ɹˈɛvəlz, jʊɹ spˈɔːɹts, ænd jʊɹ wˈaɪlz, ænd ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə mˌiː, bˈiːmɪŋ ˈɔːl ˈɔːɹ wɪð jʊɹ smˈaɪlz tˈuː blˈɛst ɪf ɪt tˈɛl mˌiː ðˈæt, mˈɪd ðə ɡˈeɪ tʃˈɪɹ, sˌʌm kˈaɪnd vˈɔɪs hɐz mˈɜːmɚd, "aɪ wˈɪʃ hiː wɜː hˈɪɹ!"