text_original: I scowl in sullen guise — The sea grows dark and dun. The swift clouds hide the sun But not the bale light in my eyes. And the frightened wind as it flies Ruflles the billows with stormy wing, And the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing!
text_transcription: I SCOWL IN SULLEN GUISE THE SEA GROWS DARK AND DUN THE SWIFT CLOUDS HIDE THE SUN BUT NOT THE VEIL LIGHT IN MY EYES AND THE FRIGHTENED WIND AS IT FLIES RUFFLES THE BILLOWS WITH STORMY WING AND THE SEA IS A TERRIBLE TREACHEROUS THING
phonemes: aɪ skˈaʊl ɪn sˈʌlən ɡˈaɪz — ðə sˈiː ɡɹˈoʊz dˈɑːɹk ænd dˈʌn. ðə swˈɪft klˈaʊdz hˈaɪd ðə sˈʌn bˌʌt nˌɑːt ðə bˈeɪl lˈaɪt ɪn maɪ ˈaɪz. ænd ðə fɹˈaɪʔn̩d wˈɪnd æz ɪt flˈaɪz ɹˈʌflz ðə bˈɪloʊz wɪð stˈɔːɹmi wˈɪŋ, ænd ðə sˈiː ɪz ɐ tˈɛɹᵻbəl, tɹˈɛtʃɚɹəs θˈɪŋ!