text_original: It seemed as though the very sea was glad Decking its bosom with a thousand gems, While the air swarmed with fireflies dancing mad About her masts' enchanted diadems. 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: IT SEEMED AS THOUGH THE VERY SEA WAS GLAD DECKING ITS BOSOM WITH A THOUSAND GEMS WHILE THE AIR SWARMED WITH FIREFLIES DANCING MAD ABOUT HER MASTS ENCHANTED DIADEMS 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: ɪt sˈiːmd æz ðˌoʊ ðə vˈɛɹi sˈiː wʌz ɡlˈæd dˈɛkɪŋ ɪts bˈʊzəm wɪð ɐ θˈaʊzənd dʒˈɛmz, wˌaɪl ðɪ ˈɛɹ swˈɔːɹmd wɪð fˈaɪɚflaɪz dˈænsɪŋ mˈæd ɐbˌaʊt hɜː mˈæsts ɛntʃˈæntᵻd dˈaɪədəmz. 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.