text_original: I have not claimed the welcome of thy lips; No touch save fluttering hand, and for the pay I gave my minstrelsy of sea and sky. Once more thine eyes! Now sun stained finger tips, Send through the hush of dawn a glad good bye.
text_transcription: I HAVE NOT CLAIMED THE WELCOME OF THY LIPS NO TOUCH SAVE FLUTTERING HAND AND FOR THE PAY I GAVE MY MINSTRELSY OF SEA AND SKY ONCE MORE THINE EYES NOW SUN STAINED FINGER TIPS SEND THROUGH THE HUSH OF DAWN A GLAD GOOD BYE
phonemes: aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt klˈeɪmd ðə wˈɛlkʌm ʌv ðˌaɪ lˈɪps; nˈoʊ tˈʌtʃ sˈeɪv flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ hˈænd, ænd fɚðə pˈeɪ aɪ ɡˈeɪv maɪ mˈɪnstɹɛlsi ʌv sˈiː ænd skˈaɪ. wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ðaɪn ˈaɪz! nˈaʊ sˈʌn stˈeɪnd fˈɪŋɡɚ tˈɪps, sˈɛnd θɹuː ðə hˈʌʃ ʌv dˈɔːn ɐ ɡlˈæd ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ.