text_original: What hangs upon the breeze? 'Tis time our good ship hauled her wind abreast the old Saltee's, For by her ponderous press of sail and by her consorts four We saw our morning visitor was a British man of war.
text_transcription: WHAT HANGS UPON THE BREEZE THIS TIME OUR GOOD SHIP HAUL'D HER WIND ABREAST THE OLD SALTEES FOR BY HER POND'ROUS PRESS OF SAIL AND BY HER CONSORTS FOR WE SAW OUR MORNING VISITOR WAS A BRITISH MAN OF WAR
phonemes: wˌʌt hˈæŋz əpˌɑːn ðə bɹˈiːz? tˈɪz tˈaɪm ˌaʊɚ ɡˈʊd ʃˈɪp hˈɔːld hɜː wˈɪnd ɐbɹˈɛst ðɪ ˈoʊld sˈɔltiːz, fɔːɹ baɪ hɜː pˈɑːndɚɹəs pɹˈɛs ʌv sˈeɪl ænd baɪ hɜː kˈɑːnsɔːɹts fˈɔːɹ wiː sˈɔː ˌaʊɚ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ vˈɪzɪɾɚ wʌzɐ bɹˈɪɾɪʃ mˈæn ʌv wˈɔːɹ.