text_original: Next morn we fished our main mast, The ship still being nigh, All hands made for engaging, Our chance once more to try; But wind and sea being boisterous, Our cannon would not bear, We thought it quite imprudent And so we left her there.
text_transcription: NEXT MORN WE FISHED OUR MAINMAST THE SHIP STILL BEING NIGH ALL HANDS MADE FOR ENGAGING OUR CHANCE ONCE MORE TO TRY BUT WIND AND SEA BEING BOISTEROUS OUR CANNON WOULD NOT BEAR WE THOUGHT IT QUITE IMPRUDENT AND SO WE LEFT HER THERE
phonemes: nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹn wiː fˈɪʃt ˌaʊɚ mˈeɪn mˈæst, ðə ʃˈɪp stˈɪl bˌiːɪŋ nˈaɪ, ˈɔːl hˈændz mˌeɪd fɔːɹ ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒɪŋ, ˌaʊɚ tʃˈæns wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ tə tɹˈaɪ; bˌʌt wˈɪnd ænd sˈiː bˌiːɪŋ bˈɔɪstɚɹəs, ˌaʊɚ kˈænən wʊd nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ, wiː θˈɔːt ɪt kwˈaɪt ɪmpɹˈuːdənt ænd sˌoʊ wiː lˈɛft hɜː ðˈɛɹ.