text_original: We, born of Venice, Live by night and nap by noon. If 'twere me, now, With my brown eyed girl, this prow Would not turn for hours still; But the Signor bids, commands, I am here to do his will, He is master.
text_transcription: WE BORN OF VENICE LIVE BY NIGHT AND NIGHT BY NOON IF IT WERE ME NOW WITH MY BROWN EYED GIRL THIS PROW WOULD NOT TURN FOR HOURS STILL BUT THE SIGNOR BIDS COMMANDS I AM HERE TO DO HIS WILL HE IS MASTER
phonemes: wiː, bˈɔːɹn ʌv vˈɛnɪs, lˈaɪv baɪ nˈaɪt ænd nˈæp baɪ nˈuːn. ɪf twˈɪɹ mˌiː, nˈaʊ, wɪð maɪ bɹˈaʊn ˈaɪd ɡˈɜːl, ðɪs pɹˈaʊ wʊd nˌɑːt tˈɜːn fɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz stˈɪl; bˌʌt ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹ bˈɪdz, kəmˈændz, aɪɐm hˈɪɹ tə dˈuː hɪz wˈɪl, hiː ɪz mˈæstɚ.