text_original: 38 THE VOYAGERS We shall launch our shallop on waters blue from some dim primrose shore, We shall sail with the magic of dusk behind and en  chanted coasts before, Over oceans that stretch to the sunset land where lost Atlantis lies, And our pilot shall be the vesper star that shines in the amber skies.
text_transcription: N THE VOYAGERS WE SHALL LAUNCH OUR SHALLOP ON WATERS BLUE FROM SOME DIM PRIMROSE SHORE WE SHALL SAIL WITH THE MAGIC OF DUSK BEHIND AND ENCHANTED COASTS BEFORE OVER OCEANS THAT STRETCH TO THE SUNSET LAND WHERE LOST ATLANTIS LIES AND OUR PILOT SHALL BE THE VESPER STAR THAT SHINES IN THE AMBER SKIES
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt ðə vˈɔɪɪdʒɚz wiːʃˌɐl lˈɑːntʃ ˌaʊɚ ʃˈæləp ˌɔn wˈɔːɾɚz blˈuː fɹʌm sˌʌm dˈɪm pɹˈɪmɹoʊz ʃˈɔːɹ, wiːʃˌɐl sˈeɪl wɪððə mˈædʒɪk ʌv dˈʌsk bᵻhˌaɪnd ænd ˈɛn tʃˈæntᵻd kˈoʊsts bᵻfˈɔːɹ, ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈoʊʃənz ðæt stɹˈɛtʃ tə ðə sˈʌnsɛt lˈænd wˌɛɹ lˈɔst ætlˈæntɪs lˈaɪz, ænd ˌaʊɚ pˈaɪlət ʃˌæl biː ðə vˈɛspɚ stˈɑːɹ ðæt ʃˈaɪnz ɪnðɪ ˈæmbɚ skˈaɪz.