text_original: Gone south, it may be, rudderless, astray, Gone where the winds and ocean currents bore, Out of all tracks along the sea's highway This many a day, To some far shore Where never wild seas break, or any fierce winds roar.
text_transcription: GONE SOUTH IT MAY BE RUDDERLESS ASTRAY GONE WHERE THE WINDS AND OCEAN CURRENTS BORE OUT OF ALL TRACKS ALONG THE SEA'S HIGHWAY THIS MANY A DAY TO SOME FAR SHORE WHERE NEVER WILD SEAS BREAK OR ANY FIERCE WINDS ROAR
phonemes: ɡɔn sˈaʊθ, ɪt mˈeɪ bˈiː, ɹˈʌdɚləs, ɐstɹˈeɪ, ɡɔn wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪndz ænd ˈoʊʃən kˈɜːɹənts bˈɔːɹ, ˌaʊɾəv ˈɔːl tɹˈæks ɐlˈɔŋ ðə sˈiːz hˈaɪweɪ ðɪs mˈɛni ɐ dˈeɪ, tə sˌʌm fˈɑːɹ ʃˈɔːɹ wˌɛɹ nˈɛvɚ wˈaɪld sˈiːz bɹˈeɪk, ɔːɹ ˌɛni fˈɪɹs wˈɪndz ɹˈɔːɹ.