text_original: Sometimes I long to range and roam, My harbor life bewailing, But little boats must bide at home, To gayly speed the sailing.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES I LONG TO RANGE AND ROAM MY HARBOR LIFE BEWAILING BUT LITTLE BOATS MUST BIDE AT HOME TO GAILY SPEED THE SAILING
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz aɪ lˈɔŋ tə ɹˈeɪndʒ ænd ɹˈoʊm, maɪ hˈɑːɹbɚ lˈaɪf bᵻwˈeɪlɪŋ, bˌʌt lˈɪɾəl bˈoʊts mˈʌst bˈaɪd æt hˈoʊm, tə ɡˈeɪli spˈiːd ðə sˈeɪlɪŋ.