text_original: The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold; And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the ocean child!
text_transcription: THE WAVES WERE WHITE AND RED THE MORN IN THE NOISY HOUR WHEN I WAS BORN AND THE WHALE IT WHISTLED AND THE PAUPERS ROLLED AND THE DOLPHINS BARED THEIR BACKS OF GOLD AND NEVER WAS HEARD SUCH AN OUTCRY WILD AS WELCOME TO LIFE THE OCEAN CHILD
phonemes: ðə wˈeɪvz wɜː wˈaɪt, ænd ɹˈɛd ðə mˈɔːɹn, ɪnðə nˈɔɪzi ˈaʊɚ wɛn aɪ wʌz bˈɔːɹn; ænd ðə wˈeɪl ɪt wˈɪsəld, ðə pˈɔːɹpəs ɹˈoʊld, ænd ðə dˈɑːlfɪnz bˈɛɹd ðɛɹ bˈæks ʌv ɡˈoʊld; ænd nˈɛvɚ wʌz hˈɜːd sˈʌtʃ ɐn ˈaʊtkɹaɪ wˈaɪld æz wˈɛlkʌmd tə lˈaɪf ðɪ ˈoʊʃən tʃˈaɪld!