text_original: Purple were the sails that beckoned And the deck was ivory, Love stood smiling there and reckoned His embarking company; Every mast wore silver sheathing, Music in the air was breathing, In the rigging little laughing cupids upwards climbed and strayed.
text_transcription: PURPLE WERE THE SAILS THAT BECKONED AND THE DECK WAS IVORY LOVE STOOD SMILING THERE AND RECKONED HIS EMBARKING COMPANY EVERY MAST WORE SILVER SHEATHING MUSIC IN THE AIR WAS BREATHING IN THE RIGGING LITTLE LAUGHING CUPIDS UPWARDS CLIMBED AND STRAYED
phonemes: pˈɜːpəl wɜː ðə sˈeɪlz ðæt bˈɛkənd ænd ðə dˈɛk wʌz ˈaɪvɚɹi, lˈʌv stˈʊd smˈaɪlɪŋ ðɛɹ ænd ɹˈɛkənd hɪz ɛmbˈɑːɹkɪŋ kˈʌmpəni; ˈɛvɹi mˈæst wˈɔːɹ sˈɪlvɚ ʃˈiːðɪŋ, mjˈuːzɪk ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ wʌz bɹˈiːðɪŋ, ɪnðə ɹˈɪɡɪŋ lˈɪɾəl lˈæfɪŋ kjˈuːpɪdz ˈʌpwɚdz klˈaɪmd ænd stɹˈeɪd.