text_original: O for a soft and gentle wind! I heard a fair one cry ; But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high, — And white waves heaving high, my boys, The good ship tight and free; The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we.
text_transcription: O FOUR SOFT AND GENTLE WIND I HEARD A FAIR ONE CRY BUT GIVE TO ME THE SNORING BREEZE AND WHITE WAVES HEAVING HIGH AND WHITE WAS HEAVING HIGH MY BOYSTER GOOD SHIP TIED AND FREE THE WHIRL OF WATERS IS OUR HOME AND MERRY MEN ARE WE
phonemes: ˈoʊ fɚɹə sˈɔft ænd dʒˈɛntəl wˈɪnd! aɪ hˈɜːd ɐ fˈɛɹ wˈʌn kɹˈaɪ ; bˌʌt ɡˈɪv tə mˌiː ðə snˈɔːɹɪŋ bɹˈiːz ænd wˈaɪt wˈeɪvz hˈiːvɪŋ hˈaɪ, — ænd wˈaɪt wˈeɪvz hˈiːvɪŋ hˈaɪ, maɪ bˈɔɪz, ðə ɡˈʊd ʃˈɪp tˈaɪt ænd fɹˈiː; ðə wˈɜːld ʌv wˈɔːɾɚz ɪz ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊm, ænd mˈɛɹi mˈɛn ɑːɹ wiː.