text_original: Upon our decks the dead men watched the sky With wonder in their faces, and her crew Cursed in the shadows of their misery The sombre wind that to the gallows blew.
text_transcription: UPON OUR DECKS THE DEAD MEN WATCHED THE SKY WITH WONDER IN THEIR FACES AND HER CREW CURSED IN THE SHADOWS OF THEIR MISERY THE SOMBRE WIND THAT TO THE GALLOWS BLEW
phonemes: əpˌɑːn ˌaʊɚ dˈɛks ðə dˈɛd mˈɛn wˈɑːtʃt ðə skˈaɪ wɪð wˈʌndɚɹ ɪn ðɛɹ fˈeɪsᵻz, ænd hɜː kɹˈuː kˈɜːst ɪnðə ʃˈædoʊz ʌv ðɛɹ mˈɪzɚɹi ðə sˈɑːmbɚ wˈɪnd ðæt tə ðə ɡˈæloʊz blˈuː.