text_original: There 's tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud; And hark the music, mariners! The wind is piping loud, — The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashing free; While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea.
text_transcription: THIS TEMP IS IN YON HORNED MOON AND LIGHTNING IN YON CLOUD AND HARK THE MUSIC MERRYING AS THE WIND IS PIPING LOUD THE WIND IS PIPING OUT MY BOYS THE LIGHTNING FLASHING FREE WHILE THE HOLLOW OGRE PALACES OUR HAIRY TITCH THE SEA
phonemes: ðɛɹ ˈɛs tˈɛmpɪst ɪn jˈɑːn hˈɔːɹnd mˈuːn, ænd lˈaɪtnɪŋ ɪn jˈɑːn klˈaʊd; ænd hˈɑːɹk ðə mjˈuːzɪk, mˈæɹɪnɚz! ðə wˈɪnd ɪz pˈaɪpɪŋ lˈaʊd, — ðə wˈɪnd ɪz pˈaɪpɪŋ lˈaʊd, maɪ bˈɔɪz, ðə lˈaɪtnɪŋ flˈæʃɪŋ fɹˈiː; wˌaɪl ðə hˈɑːloʊ ˈoʊk ˌaʊɚ pˈælɪs ɪz, ˌaʊɚ hˈɛɹɪɾɪdʒ ðə sˈiː.