text_original: Hark, lad, dost not hear it calling? That's the voice thy father knew, When he took the King's good cutlass In his grip, and fought it through. Who would palter at press money When he heard that sea cry vast? That's the call makes lords of lubbers, When they ship before the mast.
text_transcription: HARK LET DOES NOT HEAR IT CALLING THAT STIR VOICE THY FATHER KNEW WHEN HE TOOK THE KING'S GOOD CUTLASS IN HIS GRIP AND FORD IT THROUGH WHO WOULD PAUL THE RAT PRESS MONEY WHEN HE HEARD THAT SEA CRY VAST THAT STILL CALL MAKES LORDS OF LUBBERS WHEN THE SHIP BE FOR THE MAST
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk, lˈæd, dˈɑːst nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ ɪt kˈɔːlɪŋ? ðæts ðə vˈɔɪs ðˌaɪ fˈɑːðɚ nˈuː, wˌɛn hiː tˈʊk ðə kˈɪŋz ɡˈʊd kˈʌtləs ɪn hɪz ɡɹˈɪp, ænd fˈɔːt ɪt θɹˈuː. hˌuː wʊd pˈɔltɚɹ æt pɹˈɛs mˈʌni wɛn hiː hˈɜːd ðæt sˈiː kɹˈaɪ vˈæst? ðæts ðə kˈɔːl mˌeɪks lˈɔːɹdz ʌv lˈʌbɚz, wˌɛn ðeɪ ʃˈɪp bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə mˈæst.