text_original: But the girl was dead, as the woman had said, And the best we could see to do Was to lay her aboard. The north wind roared, And into the night we flew. Four of us living and one for a ghost, Furrowing crest and swell. Through the surge and the dark, for that faint far spark. We ploughed with Azrael.
text_transcription: BUT THE GIRL WAS DEAD AS THE WOMAN HAD SAID AND THE BEST WE COULD SEE TO DO WAS TO LAY HER ABOARD THE NORTH WIND ROARED AND INTO THE NIGHT WE FLEW FOUR OF US LIVING AND ONE FOR A GHOST FURROWING CREST AND SWELL THROUGH THE SEARCH AND THE DARK FOR THAT FAINT FAR SPARK WE PLOUGHED WITH AZRAEL
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə ɡˈɜːl wʌz dˈɛd, æz ðə wˈʊmən hæd sˈɛd, ænd ðə bˈɛst wiː kʊd sˈiː tə dˈuː wʌz tə lˈeɪ hɜːɹ ɐbˈɔːɹd. ðə nˈɔːɹθ wˈɪnd ɹˈɔːɹd, ænd ˌɪntʊ ðə nˈaɪt wiː flˈuː. fˈɔːɹ ʌv ˌʌs lˈɪvɪŋ ænd wˈʌn fɚɹə ɡˈoʊst, fˈɜːɹoʊɪŋ kɹˈɛst ænd swˈɛl. θɹuː ðə sˈɜːdʒ ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk, fɔːɹ ðæt fˈeɪnt fˈɑːɹ spˈɑːɹk. wiː plˈaʊd wɪð ˈæzɹeɪl.