text_original: 185 BACK TO THE SEA MOTHER. Kindest of mothers, from whom I have strayed, Back again tired I come to thee, Chanting and crooning the old wave song, — Sing it, oh! sing it again to me
text_transcription: TO THE SEA MOTHER KINDEST OF MOTHERS FROM WHOM I HAVE STRAYED BACK AGAIN TIRED I COME TO THEE CHANTING AND CROONING THE OLD WAVE SONG SING ITO SING IT AGAIN TO ME
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi fˈaɪv bˈæk tuː ðə sˈiː mˈʌðɚ. kˈaɪndɪst ʌv mˈʌðɚz, fɹʌm hˈuːm aɪ hæv stɹˈeɪd, bˈæk ɐɡˈɛn tˈaɪɚd aɪ kˈʌm tə ðˈiː, tʃˈæntɪŋ ænd kɹˈuːnɪŋ ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈeɪv sˈɔŋ, — sˈɪŋ ɪt, ˈoʊ! sˈɪŋ ɪɾ ɐɡˈɛn tə mˌiː