text_original: Drink, every one; Pile up the coals; Fill the red bowls. Kound the old tree ! Drain we the cup, — Friend, art afraid? Spirits are laid In the Red Sea. FRIENDSHIP. 393 Mantle it up; Empty it yet ; Let us forget, Round the old tree!
text_transcription: DRINK EVERY ONE PILE UP THE COALS FILL THE RED BOWLS ROUND THE OLD TREE DRAIN WE THE CUP FRIEND ARE THE FRAID SPIRITS ARE LATE IN THE RED SEA MANTLE IT UP EMPTY IT YET LET US FORGET ROUND THE OLD TREE
phonemes: dɹˈɪŋk, ˈɛvɹi wˌʌn; pˈaɪl ˌʌp ðə kˈoʊlz; fˈɪl ðə ɹˈɛd bˈoʊlz. kˈuːnd ðɪ ˈoʊld tɹˈiː ! dɹˈeɪn wiː ðə kˈʌp, — fɹˈɛnd, ˈɑːɹt ɐfɹˈeɪd? spˈɪɹɪts ɑːɹ lˈeɪd ɪnðə ɹˈɛd sˈiː. fɹˈɛndʃɪp. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti θɹˈiː mˈæntəl ɪɾ ˈʌp; ˈɛmpti ɪt jˈɛt ; lˈɛt ˌʌs fɚɡˈɛt, ɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈoʊld tɹˈiː!