text_original: Down went the wind, down went the wave, Fear quitted the most finical; The Saints, I wot, were soon forgot, And Hope was at the pinnacle: When rose on high a frightful cry   "The Devil's in the binnacle!"
text_transcription: DOWN WENT THE WIND DOWN WENT THE WAVE FEAR QUITTED THE MOST FINNICLE THE SAINTS I WOT WERE SOON FORGOT AND HOPE WAS AT THE PINNACLE WHEN ROSE ON HIGH A FRIGHTFUL CRY THE DEVILS IN THE PINNACLE
phonemes: dˌaʊn wɛnt ðə wˈɪnd, dˌaʊn wɛnt ðə wˈeɪv, fˈɪɹ kwˈɪɾᵻd ðə mˈoʊst fˈɪnɪkəl; ðə sˈeɪnts, aɪ wˈɑːt, wɜː sˈuːn fɚɡˈɑːt, ænd hˈoʊp wʌz æt ðə pˈɪnəkəl: wˌɛn ɹˈoʊz ˌɔn hˈaɪ ɐ fɹˈaɪtfəl kɹˈaɪ   "ðə dˈɛvəlz ɪnðə bˈɪnəkəl!"