text_original: In ships decay'd no mariner confides, Lured by the gilded stern and painted sides: Yet at a ball unthinking fools delight In the gay trappings of a birth day night: They on the gold brocades and satins raved, And quite forgot their country was enslaved.
text_transcription: IN SHIPS DECAY'D NO MARINER CONFIDES LUR'D BY THE GILDED STERN AND PAINTED SIDES YET AT A BALL UNTHINKING FOOL'S DELIGHT IN THEE GAY TRAPPINGS OF A BIRTH DAY NIGHT THEY ON THE GOLD BROCADES AND SATINS RAVED AND QUITE FORGOT THEIR COUNTRY WAS ENSLAVED
phonemes: ɪn ʃˈɪps dᵻkˈeɪd nˈoʊ mˈæɹɪnɚ kənfˈaɪdz, lˈʊɹd baɪ ðə ɡˈɪldᵻd stˈɜːn ænd pˈeɪntᵻd sˈaɪdz: jˈɛt æɾə bˈɔːl ʌnθˈɪŋkɪŋ fˈuːlz dᵻlˈaɪt ɪnðə ɡˈeɪ tɹˈæpɪŋz əvə bˈɜːθ dˈeɪ nˈaɪt: ðeɪ ɔnðə ɡˈoʊld bɹəkˈeɪdz ænd sˈætɪnz ɹˈeɪvd, ænd kwˈaɪt fɚɡˈɑːt ðɛɹ kˈʌntɹi wʌz ɛnslˈeɪvd.