text_original: " So I, fair sir, your soul must redeem, And your guardian angel grow, And bear you up in the fierce mid stream. Where the great tides come and go.
text_transcription: SO I FAIR SIR YOUR SOUL MUST REDEEM AND YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL GROW AND BEAR YOU UP IN THE FIERCE MID STREAM WHERE THE GREAT TIDES COME AND GO
phonemes: " sˌoʊ ˈaɪ, fˈɛɹ sˌɜː, jʊɹ sˈoʊl mˈʌst ɹᵻdˈiːm, ænd jʊɹ ɡˈɑːɹdiən ˈeɪndʒəl ɡɹˈoʊ, ænd bˈɛɹ juː ˌʌp ɪnðə fˈɪɹs mˈɪd stɹˈiːm. wˌɛɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt tˈaɪdz kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ.