text_original: 2 When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes, that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
text_transcription: WHEN FLOWING CUPS RUN SWIFTLY ROUND WITH NO ALLAYING THAMES OUR CARELESS HEADS WITH ROSES BOUND OUR HEARTS WITH LOYAL FLAMES WHEN THIRSTY GRIEF IN WINE WE STEEP WHEN HEALTH AND DRAUGHTS GO FREE FISHES THAT TIPPLE IN THE DEEP KNOW NO SUCH LIBERTY
phonemes: tˈuː wɛn flˈoʊɪŋ kˈʌps ɹˈʌn swˈɪftli ɹˈaʊnd wɪð nˈoʊ ɐlˈeɪɪŋ tˈɛmz, ˌaʊɚ kˈɛɹləs hˈɛdz wɪð ɹˈoʊzᵻz bˈaʊnd, ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts wɪð lˈɔɪəl flˈeɪmz; wˌɛn θˈɜːsti ɡɹˈiːf ɪn wˈaɪn wiː stˈiːp, wˌɛn hˈɛlθs ænd dɹˈæfts ɡˌoʊ fɹˈiː, fˈɪʃᵻz, ðæt tˈɪpəl ɪnðə dˈiːp, nˈoʊ nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ lˈɪbɚɾi.