text_original: They will not come! for on the coral shore The good ship lies, by little waves caressed, All stormy ways and wanderings are o'er, No more, no more! But long sweet rest, In cool green meadow lands, that lie along the West.
text_transcription: THEY WILL NOT COME FOR ON THE CORAL SHORE THE GOOD SHIP LIES BY LITTLE WAVES CARESSED ALL STORMY WAYS AND WANDERINGS ARE OVER NO MORE NO MORE BUT LONG SWEET REST IN COOL GREEN MEADOW LANDS THAT LIE ALONG THE WEST
phonemes: ðeɪ wɪl nˌɑːt kˈʌm! fɔːɹ ɔnðə kˈɔːɹəl ʃˈɔːɹ ðə ɡˈʊd ʃˈɪp lˈaɪz, baɪ lˈɪɾəl wˈeɪvz kɚɹˈɛst, ˈɔːl stˈɔːɹmi wˈeɪz ænd wˈɔndɚɹɪŋz ɑːɹ ˈɔːɹ, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ! bˌʌt lˈɔŋ swˈiːt ɹˈɛst, ɪn kˈuːl ɡɹˈiːn mˈɛdoʊ lˈændz, ðæt lˈaɪ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə wˈɛst.