text_original: 29 One boat alone beyond the bar Is sailing outward blithe and free, To carry sturdy hearts afar Across those wastes of sparkling sea; Staunchly to seek what may be won From out the treasures of the deep, To toil for those at home who sleep And be the first to greet the sun.
text_transcription: ONE BOAT ALONE BEYOND THE BAR IS SAILING OUTWARD BLITHE AND FREE TO CARRY STURDY HEARTS AFAR ACROSS THOSE WASTES OF SPARKLING SEA STAUNCHLY TO SEEK WHAT MAY BE WON FROM OUT THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP TO TOIL FOR THOSE AT HOME WHO SLEEP AND BE THE FIRST TO GREET THE SUN
phonemes: twˈɛnti nˈaɪn wˈʌn bˈoʊt ɐlˈoʊn bᵻjˌɔnd ðə bˈɑːɹ ɪz sˈeɪlɪŋ ˈaʊtwɚd blˈaɪð ænd fɹˈiː, tə kˈæɹi stˈɜːdi hˈɑːɹts ɐfˈɑːɹ əkɹˌɑːs ðoʊz wˈeɪsts ʌv spˈɑːɹklɪŋ sˈiː; stˈɔːntʃli tə sˈiːk wʌt mˈeɪ biː wˈʌn fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə tɹˈɛʒɚz ʌvðə dˈiːp, tə tˈɔɪl fɔːɹ ðoʊz æt hˈoʊm hˌuː slˈiːp ænd biː ðə fˈɜːst tə ɡɹˈiːt ðə sˈʌn.