text_original: "But what are woman's tears, And rosy cheeks made pale, To one who far off hears The generations hail A deed like this we celebrate to day, A hundred years since Mugford sailed away!
text_transcription: BUT WHAT ARE THE WOMAN'S TEARS AND ROSY CHEEKS MADE PALE TO THE ONE WHO FAR OFF HEARS THE GENERATION'S HAIL A DEED LIKE THIS WE CELEBRATE TO DAY A HUNDRED YEARS SINCE MUGFORD SAILED AWAY
phonemes: "bˌʌt wʌt ɑːɹ wˈʊmənz tˈɪɹz, ænd ɹˈoʊzi tʃˈiːks mˌeɪd pˈeɪl, tə wˈʌn hˌuː fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf hˈɪɹz ðə dʒˌɛnɚɹˈeɪʃənz hˈeɪl ɐ dˈiːd lˈaɪk ðɪs wiː sˈɛləbɹˌeɪt tə dˈeɪ, ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz sˈɪns mˈʌɡfɚd sˈeɪld ɐwˈeɪ!