text_original: Seldom is your home coming; for aye your pennon flies In unrecorded exploits on the tumultuous wave; Till, in the storm of battle, fast thundering upon the foe, Ye add your kindred names to the heroes of long ago, And mid the blasting wrack, in the glad sudden death of the brave, Ye are gone to return no more.
text_transcription: SELDOM IS YOUR HOME COMING FORAY YOUR PENNON FLIES IN UNRECORDED EXPLOITS ON THE TUMULTUOUS WAVE TILL IN THE STORM OF BATTLE FAST THUNDERING UPON THE FOE HE ADD YOUR KINDRED NAMES TO THE HEROES OF LONG AGO AND MID THE BLASTING WRECK IN THE GLAD SUDDEN DEATH OF THE BRAVE HE ARE GONE TO RETURN NO MORE
phonemes: sˈɛldəm ɪz jʊɹ hˈoʊm kˈʌmɪŋ; fɔːɹ ˈaɪ jʊɹ pˈɛnən flˈaɪz ɪn ˌʌnɹᵻkˈɔːɹdᵻd ˈɛksplɔɪts ɔnðə tuːmˈʌltʃuːəs wˈeɪv; tˈɪl, ɪnðə stˈɔːɹm ʌv bˈæɾəl, fˈæst θˈʌndɚɹɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə fˈoʊ, jiː ˈæd jʊɹ kˈɪndɹɪd nˈeɪmz tə ðə hˈiəɹoʊz ʌv lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ, ænd mˈɪd ðə blˈæstɪŋ ɹˈæk, ɪnðə ɡlˈæd sˈʌdən dˈɛθ ʌvðə bɹˈeɪv, jiː ɑːɹ ɡɔn tə ɹᵻtˈɜːn nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.