text_original: Then when I die, a grave for me   But in the graveless sea! Where is no stone for an eye to spell Thro' the lichen a name, a date and a verse. Let me be laid in the deeps that swell And sigh and wander  an ocean hearse! (I'm a longing for the sea!)
text_transcription: THEN WHEN I DIE A GRAVE FOR ME BUT IN THE GRAVELESS SEA WHERE IS NO STONE FOR AN EYE TO SPELL THROUGH THE LICHEN A NAME A DATE AND A VERSE LET ME BE LAID IN THE DEEPS THAT SWELL AND SIGH AND WANDER AN OCEAN HEARS I'M A LONGING FOR THE SEA
phonemes: ðˈɛn wɛn aɪ dˈaɪ, ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv fɔːɹ mˌiː bˌʌt ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪvləs sˈiː! wˌɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ stˈoʊn fɚɹən ˈaɪ tə spˈɛl θɹˈoʊ ðə lˈaɪkən ɐ nˈeɪm, ɐ dˈeɪt ænd ɐ vˈɜːs. lˈɛt mˌiː biː lˈeɪd ɪnðə dˈiːps ðæt swˈɛl ænd sˈaɪ ænd wˈɔndɚɹ ɐn ˈoʊʃən hˈɜːs! (aɪm ɐ lˈɔŋɪŋ fɚðə sˈiː!)