text_original: But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft. Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather, When He who all commands Shall give, to call life's crew together, The word to " pipe all hands." THE SEA. 407 Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches, In vain Tom's life has doffed; For though his body 's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft.
text_transcription: BUT MIRTH IS TURNED TO MELANCHOLY FOR TOM IS GONE ALOFT YET SHALL POOR TOM FIND PLEASANT WEATHER WHEN HE WHO ALL COMMANDS SHALL GIVE TO CALL LIFE'S CREW TOGETHER THE WORD TO PIPE ALL HANDS THUS DEATH WHO KINGS ANTARS DISPATCHES IN VAIN TOM'S LIFE HAS DOFT FOR THOUGH HIS BODY IS UNDER HATCHES HIS SOUL HAS GONE ALOFT
phonemes: bˌʌt mˈɜːθ ɪz tˈɜːnd tə mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli, fɔːɹ tˈɑːm ɪz ɡɔn ɐlˈɔft. jˈɛt ʃˌæl pˈʊɹ tˈɑːm fˈaɪnd plˈɛzənt wˈɛðɚ, wˌɛn hiː hˌuː ˈɔːl kəmˈændz ʃˌæl ɡˈɪv, tə kˈɔːl lˈaɪfz kɹˈuː təɡˈɛðɚ, ðə wˈɜːd tuː " pˈaɪp ˈɔːl hˈændz." ðə sˈiː. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvən ðˈʌs dˈɛθ, hˌuː kˈɪŋz ænd tˈɑːɹz dᵻspˈætʃᵻz, ɪn vˈeɪn tˈɑːmz lˈaɪf hɐz dˈɑːft; fɔːɹ ðˌoʊ hɪz bˈɑːdi ˈɛs ˌʌndɚ hˈætʃᵻz, hɪz sˈoʊl hɐz ɡɔn ɐlˈɔft.