text_original: Now, bold as a Turk, I proceeded to York, Where, with Clinton and Howe, you may find me: I've the wind in my tail, And am hoisting my sail, To leave Sullivan's Island behind me.
text_transcription: NOW BOLD AS A TURK I PROCEEDED TO YORK WHERE WITH CLINTON AND HAL YOU MAY FIND ME I'VE THE WIND IN MY TAIL AND I'M HOISTING MY SAIL TO LEAVE SULLIVAN'S ISLAND BEHIND ME
phonemes: nˈaʊ, bˈoʊld æz ɐ tˈɜːk, aɪ pɹəsˈiːdᵻd tə jˈɔːɹk, wˈɛɹ, wɪð klˈɪntən ænd hˈaʊ, juː mˈeɪ fˈaɪnd mˌiː: aɪv ðə wˈɪnd ɪn maɪ tˈeɪl, ænd ɐm hˈɔɪstɪŋ maɪ sˈeɪl, tə lˈiːv sˈʌlɪvənz ˈaɪlənd bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː.