text_original: He drones along with his rough sea song And the throat of a salty tar, This devil may care, till he makes his lair By the light of a yellow star.
text_transcription: HE DRONES ALONG WITH HIS ROUGH SEA SONG AND THE THROAT OF A SALTY TAR THIS DEVIL MAY CARE TILL HE MAKES HIS LAIR BY THE LIGHT OF A YELLOW STAR
phonemes: hiː dɹˈoʊnz ɐlˈɔŋ wɪð hɪz ɹˈʌf sˈiː sˈɔŋ ænd ðə θɹˈoʊt əvə sˈɔlti tˈɑːɹ, ðɪs dˈɛvəl mˈeɪ kˈɛɹ, tˈɪl hiː mˌeɪks hɪz lˈɛɹ baɪ ðə lˈaɪt əvə jˈɛloʊ stˈɑːɹ.