text_original: The boat comes straining on her net, and heavily she creeps, Cast off, cast off  she feels the oars, and to her berth she sweeps; Now fore and aft keep hauling, and gathering up the clew, Till a silver wave of salmon rolls in among the crew.
text_transcription: THE BOAT COMES STRAINING ON HER NET AND HEAVILY SHE CREEPS CAST OFF CAST OFF SHE FEELS THE OARS AND TO HER BERTH SHE SWEEPS NOW FORE AND AFT KEEP HAULING AND GATHERING UP THE CLUE TILL A SILVER WAVE OF SOLOMON ROLLS IN AMONG THE CREW
phonemes: ðə bˈoʊt kˈʌmz stɹˈeɪnɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː nˈɛt, ænd hˈɛvili ʃiː kɹˈiːps, kˈæst ˈɔf, kˈæst ˈɔf ʃiː fˈiːlz ðɪ ˈɔːɹz, ænd tə hɜː bˈɜːθ ʃiː swˈiːps; nˈaʊ fˈɔːɹ ænd ˈæft kˈiːp hˈɔːlɪŋ, ænd ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ˌʌp ðə klˈuː, tˈɪl ɐ sˈɪlvɚ wˈeɪv ʌv sˈæmən ɹˈoʊlz ɪn ɐmˌʌŋ ðə kɹˈuː.