text_original: For the sweep of the filling sail, and its free, untrammeled pace! For the life that hath no bound to its path but the open sea; For the soul as free as air, that by right belongs to me!
text_transcription: FOR THE SWEEP OF THE FILLING SAIL AND ITS FREE UNTRAMMELLED PACE FOR THE LIFE THAT HATH NO BOUND TO ITS PATH BUT THE OPEN SEA FOR THE SOUL AS FREE AS AIR THAT BY RIGHT BELONGS TO ME
phonemes: fɚðə swˈiːp ʌvðə fˈɪlɪŋ sˈeɪl, ænd ɪts fɹˈiː, ʌntɹˈæməld pˈeɪs! fɚðə lˈaɪf ðæt hæθ nˈoʊ bˈaʊnd tʊ ɪts pˈæθ bˌʌt ðɪ ˈoʊpən sˈiː; fɚðə sˈoʊl æz fɹˈiː æz ˈɛɹ, ðæt baɪ ɹˈaɪt bᵻlˈɔŋz tə mˌiː!