text_original: Like madmen now we turned our prow North, towards an ocean weird Of Northern Lights and icy blasts; And for ten moons with reeling masts And leaking hold we steered.
text_transcription: LIKE MADMEN NOW WE TURNED OUR PROW NORTH TOWARDS AN OCEAN WEIRD OF NORTHERN LIGHTS AND ICY BLASTS AND FOR TEN MOONS WITH READING MASTS AND LEAKING HOLD WE STEERED
phonemes: lˈaɪk mˈædmɛn nˈaʊ wiː tˈɜːnd ˌaʊɚ pɹˈaʊ nˈɔːɹθ, təwˈɔːɹdz ɐn ˈoʊʃən wˈɪɹd ʌv nˈɔːɹðɚn lˈaɪts ænd ˈaɪsi blˈæsts; ænd fɔːɹ tˈɛn mˈuːnz wɪð ɹˈiːlɪŋ mˈæsts ænd lˈiːkɪŋ hˈoʊld wiː stˈɪɹd.