text_original: O'er the blue western waters That shallop had passed, Where the mists of Penobscot Clung damp on her mast. St. Saviour had looked On the heretic sail, As the songs of the Huguenot Rose on the gale.
text_transcription: OR THE BLUE WESTERN WATERS THAT SHOP HAD PASSED WHERE THE MISTS OF PANOPSCOT CLUMBED DAMP ON HER MAST SAINT SAVIOR HAD LOOKED ON THE HERETIC SAIL AS THE SONGS OF THE HUGHEEN O ROSE ON THE GALE
phonemes: ˈɔːɹ ðə blˈuː wˈɛstɚn wˈɔːɾɚz ðæt ʃˈæləp hæd pˈæst, wˌɛɹ ðə mˈɪsts ʌv pənˈɑːbskɑːt klˈʌŋ dˈæmp ˌɔn hɜː mˈæst. sənt. sˈeɪvjɚ hæd lˈʊkt ɔnðə hˈɛɹətˌɪk sˈeɪl, æz ðə sˈɔŋz ʌvðə hjˈuːɡənˌɑːt ɹˈoʊz ɔnðə ɡˈeɪl.