text_original: Now from the top mast's giddy height A seaman cry'd  "Four sail in sight Approach with favoring gales." Pearson, resolv'd to save the fleet, Stood off to sea, these ships to meet, And closely brac'd his shivering sails.
text_transcription: NOW FROM THE TOPMAST GIDDY HEIGHTS A SEAMAN CRIED FOR SAIL IN SIGHT APPROACH WITH FAV'RING GALES PEARSON RESOLV'D TO SAVE THE FLEET STOOD OFF TO SEA THESE SHIPS TO MEET AND CLOSELY BRACED HIS SHIVERING SAILS
phonemes: nˈaʊ fɹʌmðə tˈɑːp mˈæsts ɡˈɪdi hˈaɪt ɐ sˈiːmən kɹˈaɪd  "fˈɔːɹ sˈeɪl ɪn sˈaɪt ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ wɪð fˈeɪvɚɹɪŋ ɡˈeɪlz." pˈɪɹsən, ɹᵻzˈɑːlvd tə sˈeɪv ðə flˈiːt, stˈʊd ˈɔf tə sˈiː, ðiːz ʃˈɪps tə mˈiːt, ænd klˈoʊsli bɹˈækd hɪz ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ sˈeɪlz.