text_original: 33 WHEN THE FISHING BOATS GO OUT When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more, And waves of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore, And o'er the arch of heaven pied films of vapor float.
text_transcription: WHEN THE FISHING BOATS GO OUT WHEN THE LUCENT SKIES OF MORNING FLUSH WITH DAWNING ROSE ONCE MORE AND WAVES OF GOLDEN GLORY BREAK ADOWN THE SUNRISE SHORE AND O'ER THE ARCH OF HEAVEN PIED FILMS OF VAPOUR FLOAT
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː wɛn ðə fˈɪʃɪŋ bˈoʊts ɡˌoʊ ˌoʊjˌuːtˈiː wɛn ðə lˈuːsənt skˈaɪz ʌv mˈɔːɹnɪŋ flˈʌʃ wɪð dˈɔːnɪŋ ɹˈoʊz wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, ænd wˈeɪvz ʌv ɡˈoʊldən ɡlˈɔːɹi bɹˈeɪk ɐdˈaʊn ðə sˈʌnɹaɪz ʃˈɔːɹ, ænd ˈɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɑːɹtʃ ʌv hˈɛvən pˈaɪd fˈɪlmz ʌv vˈeɪpɚ flˈoʊt.