text_original: Down fell the cook  the cabin boy, Their beads with fervor telling, While Alps of surge, with snowy verge, Above the yards came yelling. Down fell the crew, and on their knees Shudder'd at each white swelling!
text_transcription: DOWN FELL THE COOK THE CABIN BOY THEIR BEATS WITH FERVOUR TELLING WHILE ALPS OF SEARCH WITH SNOWY VERGE ABOVE THE YARDS CAME YELLING DOWN FELL THE CREW AND ON THEIR KNEES SHUDDERED AT EACH WHITE SWELLING
phonemes: dˌaʊn fˈɛl ðə kˈʊk ðə kˈæbɪn bˈɔɪ, ðɛɹ bˈiːdz wɪð fˈɜːvɚ tˈɛlɪŋ, wˌaɪl ˈælps ʌv sˈɜːdʒ, wɪð snˈoʊi vˈɜːdʒ, əbˌʌv ðə jˈɑːɹdz kˈeɪm jˈɛlɪŋ. dˌaʊn fˈɛl ðə kɹˈuː, ænd ˌɔn ðɛɹ nˈiːz ʃˈʌdɚd æɾ ˈiːtʃ wˈaɪt swˈɛlɪŋ!