text_original: 18 But the ship that sailed at the dawning, manned by the lads who love us — God help and pity her when the storm is loosed on her track! O women, we pray to night and keep a vigil of sorrow For those we speed at the dawning and may never welcome back!
text_transcription: BUT THE SHIP THAT SAILED AT THE DAWNING MANNED BY THE LADS WHO LOVE US GOD HELP AND PITY HER WHEN THE STORM IS LOOSED ON HER TRACK O WOMEN WE PRAY TO NIGHT AND KEEP A VIGIL OF SORROW FOR THOSE WE SPEED AT THE DAWNING AND MAY NEVER WELCOME BACK
phonemes: ˈeɪtiːn bˌʌt ðə ʃˈɪp ðæt sˈeɪld æt ðə dˈɔːnɪŋ, mˈænd baɪ ðə lˈædz hˌuː lˈʌv ˌʌs — ɡˈɑːd hˈɛlp ænd pˈɪɾi hɜː wɛn ðə stˈɔːɹm ɪz lˈuːst ˌɔn hɜː tɹˈæk! ˈoʊ wˈɪmɪn, wiː pɹˈeɪ tə nˈaɪt ænd kˈiːp ɐ vˈɪdʒɪl ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ fɔːɹ ðoʊz wiː spˈiːd æt ðə dˈɔːnɪŋ ænd mˈeɪ nˈɛvɚ wˈɛlkʌm bˈæk!