text_original: The Sea Horse it from Sydney sailed, Bound for Old England's shore, With crew and thirteen passengers, Whose fate we now deplore; Returning home with hard earned gold, Across the briney main, But alas! the ones they loved at home, They ne'er will see again.
text_transcription: THE SEA HORSE IT FROM SYDNEY SAILED BOUND FOR OLD ENGLAND'S SHORE WITH CREW AND THIRTEEN PASSENGERS WHOSE FATE WE NOW DEPLORE RETURNING HOME WITH HARD EARN'D GOLD ACROSS THE BRINY MAIN BUT ALAS THE ONES THEY LOVED AT HOME THEY NE'ER WILL SEE AGAIN
phonemes: ðə sˈiː hˈɔːɹs ɪt fɹʌm sˈɪdni sˈeɪld, bˈaʊnd fɔːɹ ˈoʊld ˈɪŋɡləndz ʃˈɔːɹ, wɪð kɹˈuː ænd θˈɜːtiːn pˈæsɪndʒɚz, hˌuːz fˈeɪt wiː nˈaʊ dᵻplˈɔːɹ; ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ hˈoʊm wɪð hˈɑːɹd ˈɜːnd ɡˈoʊld, əkɹˌɑːs ðə bɹˈaɪni mˈeɪn, bˌʌt ɐlˈæs! ðə wˈʌnz ðeɪ lˈʌvd æt hˈoʊm, ðeɪ nˈɛɹ wɪl sˈiː ɐɡˈɛn.