text_original: "Return, my lads, the fight renew!"   So call'd bold Pearson to his crew; But call'd, alas! in vain; Some on the decks lay maim'd and dead; Some to their deep recesses fled, And hosts were shrouded in the main.
text_transcription: RETURN MY LADS THE FIGHT RENEW SO CALL'D BOLD PIERSON TO HIS CREW BUT CALL'D ALAS IN VAIN SOME ON THE DECKS LAY MAIMED AND DEAD SOME TO THEIR DEEP RECESSES FLED AND HOSTS WERE SHROUDED IN THE MAIN
phonemes: "ɹᵻtˈɜːn, maɪ lˈædz, ðə fˈaɪt ɹᵻnˈuː!"   sˌoʊ kˈɔːld bˈoʊld pˈɪɹsən tə hɪz kɹˈuː; bˌʌt kˈɔːld, ɐlˈæs! ɪn vˈeɪn; sˌʌm ɔnðə dˈɛks lˈeɪ mˈeɪmd ænd dˈɛd; sˌʌm tə ðɛɹ dˈiːp ɹˈiːsɛsᵻz flˈɛd, ænd hˈoʊsts wɜː ʃɹˈaʊdᵻd ɪnðə mˈeɪn.