text_original: 'Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward.
text_transcription: THREE WEEKS WE WESTWARD BORE AND WHEN THE STORM WAS O'ER CLOUD LIKE WE SAW THE SHORE STRETCHING TO LEEWARD THEREFORE MY LADY'S BOWER BUILT I THE LOFTY TOWER WHICH TO THIS VERY HOUR STANDS LOOKING SEAWARD
phonemes: θɹˈiː wˈiːks wiː wˈɛstwɚd bˈɔːɹ, ænd wɛn ðə stˈɔːɹm wʌz ˈɔːɹ, klˈaʊd lˈaɪk wiː sˈɔː ðə ʃˈɔːɹ stɹˈɛtʃɪŋ tə lˈiːwɚd; ðɛɹ fɔːɹ maɪ lˈeɪdiz bˈaʊɚ bˈɪlt aɪ ðə lˈɔfti tˈaʊɚ, wˈɪtʃ, tə ðɪs vˈɛɹi ˈaʊɚ, stˈændz lˈʊkɪŋ sˈiːwɚd.