text_original: Amid weeds and sea tangle and shells They are buried far down in the deep,   The deep which they loved to career. Oh, might we awake them from sleep! Oh, might they our voices but hear, And the sound of our holiday bells!
text_transcription: EMMET WEEDS AND SEA TANGLE AND SHELLS THEY ARE BURIED FAR DOWN IN THE DEEP THE DEEP WHICH THEY LOVE TO CAREER OH MIGHT WE AWAKE THEM FROM SLEEP OH MIGHT THEY OUR VOICES BUT HEAR AND THE SOUND OF OUR HOLIDAY BELLS
phonemes: ɐmˈɪd wˈiːdz ænd sˈiː tˈæŋɡəl ænd ʃˈɛlz ðeɪ ɑːɹ bˈɛɹid fˈɑːɹ dˌaʊn ɪnðə dˈiːp,   ðə dˈiːp wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ lˈʌvd tə kɚɹˈɪɹ. ˈoʊ, mˌaɪt wiː ɐwˈeɪk ðˌɛm fɹʌm slˈiːp! ˈoʊ, mˌaɪt ðeɪ ˌaʊɚ vˈɔɪsᵻz bˌʌt hˈɪɹ, ænd ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːlɪdˌeɪ bˈɛlz!