text_original: 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: 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: 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.