text_original: Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead! both my boys! When you sit at the feast, And are wanting a great song for Italy free, Let none look at me!
text_transcription: DEAD ONE OF THEM SHOT BY THE SEA IN THE EAST AND ONE OF THEM SHOT IN THE WEST BY THE SEA DEAD BOTH MY BOYS WHEN YOU SIT AT THE FEAST AND ARE WANTING A GREAT SONG FOR ITALY FREE LET NONE LOOK AT ME
phonemes: dˈɛd! wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm ʃˈɑːt baɪ ðə sˈiː ɪnðɪ ˈiːst, ænd wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm ʃˈɑːt ɪnðə wˈɛst baɪ ðə sˈiː. dˈɛd! bˈoʊθ maɪ bˈɔɪz! wˌɛn juː sˈɪt æt ðə fˈiːst, ænd ɑːɹ wˈɔntɪŋ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɔŋ fɔːɹ ˈɪɾəli fɹˈiː, lˈɛt nˈʌn lˈʊk æt mˌiː!