text_original: Three of us rufBed and one gone mad. Crashing to south we went ; And three of us there were too spattered to care What this late sailing meant. So down we steered and along we tore Through the flash of the midnight foam : io6 RETURN OF MORGAN AND FINGAL Silent enough to be ghosts on guard, We ferried the dead girl home.
text_transcription: THREE OF US RUFFLED AND ONE GONE MAD CRASHING TO SOUTH WE WENT AND THREE OF US THERE WERE TWO SPATTER TO CARE WHAT THIS SLATE SAILING MEANT SO DOWN WE STEERED AND ALONG WE TORE THROUGH THE FLASH OF THE MIDNIGHT FOAM SILENT ENOUGH TO BE GHOSTS ON GUARD WE FERRIED THE DEAD GIRL HOME
phonemes: θɹˈiː ʌv ˌʌs ɹˈʌf bˈɛd ænd wˈʌn ɡɔn mˈæd. kɹˈæʃɪŋ tə sˈaʊθ wiː wˈɛnt ; ænd θɹˈiː ʌv ˌʌs ðɛɹwˌɜː tˈuː spˈæɾɚd tə kˈɛɹ wʌt ðɪs lˈeɪt sˈeɪlɪŋ mˈɛnt. sˌoʊ dˌaʊn wiː stˈɪɹd ænd ɐlˈɔŋ wiː tˈɔːɹ θɹuː ðə flˈæʃ ʌvðə mˈɪdnaɪt fˈoʊm : ˈiːoʊ sˈɪks ɹᵻtˈɜːn ʌv mˈɔːɹɡən ænd fˈɪŋɡəl sˈaɪlənt ɪnˈʌf təbi ɡˈoʊsts ˌɔn ɡˈɑːɹd, wiː fˈɛɹid ðə dˈɛd ɡˈɜːl hˈoʊm.