text_original: But what is it that clings, black and doubled, across the fatal cannon, dripping and heavy, and choking the scuppers with clotting gore, and swaying to and fro with the motion of the vessel, like a bloody fleece?
text_transcription: BUT WHAT IS IT THAT CLINGS BLACK AND DOUBLE ACROSS THE FATAL CANNON DRIPPING AND HEAVY AND CHOKING THE SCUPPERS WITH CLOTTING GORE AND SWAYING TO AND FRO WITH THE MOTION OF THE VESSEL LIKE A BLOODY FLEECE
phonemes: bˌʌt wʌt ɪz ɪt ðæt klˈɪŋz, blˈæk ænd dˈʌbəld, əkɹˌɑːs ðə fˈeɪɾəl kˈænən, dɹˈɪpɪŋ ænd hˈɛvi, ænd tʃˈoʊkɪŋ ðə skˈʌpɚz wɪð klˈɑːɾɪŋ ɡˈɔːɹ, ænd swˈeɪɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ wɪððə mˈoʊʃən ʌvðə vˈɛsəl, lˈaɪk ɐ blˈʌdi flˈiːs?