text_original: "The Saints be near," the helmsman cried, His voice with quite a falter   "Steady's my helm, but every look The needle seems to alter; God only knows where China lies, Jamaica, or Gibraltar!"
text_transcription: THE SAINTS BE NEAR THE HELMSMAN CRIED HIS VOICE WITH QUITE A FALTER STEADIES MY HELM BUT EVERY LOOK THE NEEDLE SEEMS TO ALTER GOD ONLY KNOWS WHERE CHINA LIES JAMAICA OR GIBRALTAR
phonemes: "ðə sˈeɪnts biː nˈɪɹ," ðə hˈɛlmzmən kɹˈaɪd, hɪz vˈɔɪs wɪð kwˈaɪt ɐ fˈɔltɚ   "stˈɛdiz maɪ hˈɛlm, bˌʌt ˈɛvɹi lˈʊk ðə nˈiːdəl sˈiːmz tʊ ˈɔltɚ; ɡˈɑːd ˈoʊnli nˈoʊz wˌɛɹ tʃˈaɪnə lˈaɪz, dʒɐmˈeɪkə, ɔːɹ dʒɪbɹˈɔltɚ!"