text_original: Never a ship sails east or west Laden with treasures at my behest, Yet my being thrills to the voice of God When I give my gold to the golden rod.
text_transcription: NEVER A SHIP SAILS EAST OR WEST LADEN WITH TREASURES AT MY BEHEST YET MY BEING THRILLS TO THE VOICE OF GOD WHEN I GIVE MY GOLD TO THE GOLDEN ROD
phonemes: nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ ʃˈɪp sˈeɪlz ˈiːst ɔːɹ wˈɛst lˈeɪdən wɪð tɹˈɛʒɚz æt maɪ bᵻhˈɛst, jˈɛt maɪ bˌiːɪŋ θɹˈɪlz tə ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv ɡˈɑːd wɛn aɪ ɡˈɪv maɪ ɡˈoʊld tə ðə ɡˈoʊldən ɹˈɑːd.