text_original: Ballade of a Ship Down by the flash of the restless water The dim White Ship like a white bird lay; Laughing at life and the world they sought her, And out she swung to the silvering bay. Then off they flew on their roystering way, And the keen moon fired the light foam flying Up from the flood where the faint stars play, And the bones of the brave in the wave are lying.
text_transcription: BALLAD OF A SHIP DOWN BY THE FLASH OF THE RESTLESS WATER THE DIM WHITE SHIP LIKE A WHITE BIRD LAY LAUGHING AT LIFE AND THE WORLD THEY SOUGHT HER AND OUT SHE SWUNG TO THE SILVERING BAY THEN OFF THEY FLEW ON THEIR ROISTERING WAY AND THE KEEN MOON FIRED THE LIGHT FOAM FLYING UP FROM THE FLOOD WHERE THE FAINT STARS PLAY AND THE BONES OF THE BRAVE IN THE WAVE ARE LYING
phonemes: bˈæleɪd əvə ʃˈɪp dˌaʊn baɪ ðə flˈæʃ ʌvðə ɹˈɛstləs wˈɔːɾɚ ðə dˈɪm wˈaɪt ʃˈɪp lˈaɪk ɐ wˈaɪt bˈɜːd lˈeɪ; lˈæfɪŋ æt lˈaɪf ænd ðə wˈɜːld ðeɪ sˈɔːt hɜː, ænd ˈaʊt ʃiː swˈʌŋ tə ðə sˈɪlvɚɹɪŋ bˈeɪ. ðˈɛn ˈɔf ðeɪ flˈuː ˌɔn ðɛɹ ɹˈɔɪstɚɹɪŋ wˈeɪ, ænd ðə kˈiːn mˈuːn fˈaɪɚd ðə lˈaɪt fˈoʊm flˈaɪɪŋ ˌʌp fɹʌmðə flˈʌd wˌɛɹ ðə fˈeɪnt stˈɑːɹz plˈeɪ, ænd ðə bˈoʊnz ʌvðə bɹˈeɪv ɪnðə wˈeɪv ɑːɹ lˈaɪɪŋ.