text_original: They hadna sail'd a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the top masts lap, It was sic a deadly storm; And the waves cam' o'er the broken ship Till a' her sides were torn.
text_transcription: THEY HADN'T ASSAILED A LEAGUE A LEAGUE A LEAGUE BUT BARELY THREE WHEN THE LIFT GREW DARK AND THE WIND BLEW LOUD AND GIRLLY GREW THE SEA THE ANCHORS BRACK AND THE TOPMASTS LAP IT WAS SUCH A DEADLY STORM AND THEIR WAVES CAME OVER THE BROKEN SHIP TILL OUR SIGHTS WERE TORN
phonemes: ðeɪ hˈædnə sˈeɪld ɐ lˈiːɡ, ɐ lˈiːɡ, ɐ lˈiːɡ bˌʌt bˈɛɹli θɹˈiː, wˌɛn ðə lˈɪft ɡɹˈuː dˈɑːɹk, ænd ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː lˈaʊd, ænd ɡˈɜːli ɡɹˈuː ðə sˈiː. ðɪ ˈæŋkɚz bɹˈæk, ænd ðə tˈɑːp mˈæsts lˈæp, ɪt wʌz sˈɪk ɐ dˈɛdli stˈɔːɹm; ænd ðə wˈeɪvz kˈæm ˈɔːɹ ðə bɹˈoʊkən ʃˈɪp tˈɪl ɐ hɜː sˈaɪdz wɜː tˈɔːɹn.