text_original: Each man is master of his craft, its gleaming sails out  blown. And far behind him on the shore a home he calls his own.
text_transcription: EACH MAN IS MASTER OF HIS CRAFT ITS GLEAMING SAILS OUTBLOWN AND FAR BEHIND HIM ON THE SHORE A HOME HE CALLS HIS OWN
phonemes: ˈiːtʃ mˈæn ɪz mˈæstɚɹ ʌv hɪz kɹˈæft, ɪts ɡlˈiːmɪŋ sˈeɪlz ˈaʊt blˈoʊn. ænd fˈɑːɹ bᵻhˌaɪnd hˌɪm ɔnðə ʃˈɔːɹ ɐ hˈoʊm hiː kˈɔːlz hɪz ˈoʊn.