text_original: And those who go  I hope they know The lingo of the "Doppers;" Their customs too, 'twas well you knew, To shake them by their floppers. With stolid stare, your head to bare, And answer to each query; From whence you hail, to where you sail, And if your mother's cheery.
text_transcription: AND THOSE WHO GO I HOPE THEY KNOW THE LINGO OF THE DOPPERS THEIR CUSTOMS TOO TWAS WELL YOU KNEW TO SHAKE THEM BY THEIR FLOPPERS WITH STOLID STARE YOUR HEAD TO BEAR AND ANSWER TO EACH QUERY FROM WHENCE YOU HAIL TO WHERE YOU SAIL AND IF YOUR MOTHERS CHEERY
phonemes: ænd ðoʊz hˌuː ɡˌoʊ aɪ hˈoʊp ðeɪ nˈoʊ ðə lˈɪŋɡoʊ ʌvðə "dˈɑːpɚz;" ðɛɹ kˈʌstəmz tˈuː, twˈɑːz wˈɛl juː nˈuː, tə ʃˈeɪk ðˌɛm baɪ ðɛɹ flˈɑːpɚz. wɪð stˈɑːlɪd stˈɛɹ, jʊɹ hˈɛd tə bˈɛɹ, ænd ˈænsɚ tʊ ˈiːtʃ kwˈiəɹi; fɹʌm wˈɛns juː hˈeɪl, tə wˌɛɹ juː sˈeɪl, ænd ɪf jʊɹ mˈʌðɚz tʃˈɪɹi.