text_original: "Thickly they swarmed about his tiny craft; But Mugford gayly laughed And gave them blow for blow; And many a hapless foe Went hurtling down below. Upon the schooner's rail Fell, like a thresher's flail, The strokes that beat the soul and sense apart, And pistol crack through many an eager heart Sent deadly hail. But when the fight was o'er, Brave Mugford was no more.
text_transcription: THICKLY THEY SWARMED ABOUT HIS TINY CRAFT BUT MUGFORD GAILY LAUGHED AND GAVE THEM BLOW FOR BLOW AND MANY A HAPLESS FOE WENT HURTLING DOWN BELOW UPON THE SCHOONER'S RAIL FELL LIKE A THRESHER'S FLAIL THE STROKES THAT BEAT THE SOUL AND SENDS APART AND PISTOL CRACK THROUGH MANY AN EAGER HEART SENT DEADLY HAIL BUT WHEN THE FIGHT WAS O'ER BRAVE MUGFORD WAS NO MORE
phonemes: "θˈɪkli ðeɪ swˈɔːɹmd ɐbˌaʊt hɪz tˈaɪni kɹˈæft; bˌʌt mˈʌɡfɚd ɡˈeɪli lˈæft ænd ɡˈeɪv ðˌɛm blˈoʊ fɔːɹ blˈoʊ; ænd mˈɛni ɐ hˈæpləs fˈoʊ wɛnt hˈɜːɾəlɪŋ dˌaʊn bᵻlˈoʊ. əpˌɑːn ðə skˈuːnɚz ɹˈeɪl fˈɛl, lˈaɪk ɐ θɹˈɛʃɚz flˈeɪl, ðə stɹˈoʊks ðæt bˈiːt ðə sˈoʊl ænd sˈɛns ɐpˈɑːɹt, ænd pˈɪstəl kɹˈæk θɹuː mˈɛni ɐn ˈiːɡɚ hˈɑːɹt sˈɛnt dˈɛdli hˈeɪl. bˌʌt wɛn ðə fˈaɪt wʌz ˈɔːɹ, bɹˈeɪv mˈʌɡfɚd wʌz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.