text_original: Do you see down there where the high cliffs shrink, And the ripples break on the bay, Our old sea boat at the white foam brink With the sail slackened down half way?
text_transcription: DO YOU SEE DOWN THERE WHERE THE HIGH CLIFFS SHRINK AND THE RIPPLES BREAK ON THE BAY OUR OLD SEA BOAT AT THE WHITE FOAM BRINK WITH THE SAILS SLACKENED DOWN HALF WAY
phonemes: dˈuː juː sˈiː dˌaʊn ðɛɹ wˌɛɹ ðə hˈaɪ klˈɪfs ʃɹˈɪŋk, ænd ðə ɹˈɪpəlz bɹˈeɪk ɔnðə bˈeɪ, ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊld sˈiː bˈoʊt æt ðə wˈaɪt fˈoʊm bɹˈɪŋk wɪððə sˈeɪl slˈækənd dˌaʊn hˈæf wˈeɪ?