text_original: 'T was a king's fair son with a king's fair daughter, And full three hundred beside, they say,    Revelling on for the lone, cold slaughter So soon to seize them and hide them for aye; But they danced and they drank and their souls grew gay, Nor ever they knew of a ghoul's eye spying Their splendor a flickering phantom to stray Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying.
text_transcription: TWAS A KING'S FAIR SON WITH A KING'S FAIR DAUGHTER AND FULL THREE HUNDRED BESIDE THEY SAY REVELLING ON FOR THE LONE COLD SLAUGHTER SO SOON TO SEIZE THEM AND HIDE THEM FOR AY BUT THEY DANCED AND THEY DRANK AND THEIR SOULS GREW GAY NOR EVER THEY KNEW OF A GHOUL'S EYES SPYING THEIR SPLENDOR A FLICKERING PHANTOM TO STRAY WHERE THE BONES OF THE BRAVE IN THE WAVE ARE LYING
phonemes: tˈiː wʌzɐ kˈɪŋz fˈɛɹ sˈʌn wɪð ɐ kˈɪŋz fˈɛɹ dˈɔːɾɚ, ænd fˈʊl θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd bᵻsˈaɪd, ðeɪ sˈeɪ,    ɹˈɛvəlɪŋ ˌɔn fɚðə lˈoʊn, kˈoʊld slˈɔːɾɚ sˌoʊ sˈuːn tə sˈiːz ðˌɛm ænd hˈaɪd ðˌɛm fɔːɹ ˈaɪ; bˌʌt ðeɪ dˈænst ænd ðeɪ dɹˈæŋk ænd ðɛɹ sˈoʊlz ɡɹˈuː ɡˈeɪ, nˈɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ ðeɪ nˈuː əvə ɡˈuːlz ˈaɪ spˈaɪɪŋ ðɛɹ splˈɛndɚɹ ɐ flˈɪkɚɹɪŋ fˈæntəm tə stɹˈeɪ wˌɛɹ ðə bˈoʊnz ʌvðə bɹˈeɪv ɪnðə wˈeɪv ɑːɹ lˈaɪɪŋ.