text_original: To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er. The many colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low lying shore.
text_transcription: TO WESTWARD LIES THE UNSEEN SEA BLUE SEA THE LIVE WINDS WANDER OVER THE MANY COLOURED SAILS CAN FLEE AND LEAVE THE DEAD LOW LYING SHORE
phonemes: tə wˈɛstwɚd lˈaɪz ðɪ ʌnsˈiːn sˈiː, blˈuː sˈiː ðə lˈaɪv wˈɪndz wˈɔndɚɹ ˈɔːɹ. ðə mˈɛni kˈʌlɚd sˈeɪlz kæn flˈiː, ænd lˈiːv ðə dˈɛd, lˈoʊ lˈaɪɪŋ ʃˈɔːɹ.