text_original: Shifting and baffling is our Lido track, Blind and bewildering all the currents flow. Me they perplex not. In the midnight black I hold my way secure and fearless row, But ah! what chart have I to her, my Sea, Whose fair, mysterious depths I long to know?
text_transcription: SHIFTING AND BAFFLING IS OUR LEDO TRACK BLIND AND BEWILDERING ALL THE CURRENTS FLOW ME THEY PERPLEX NOT IN THE MIDNIGHT BLACK I HOLD MY WAY SECURE AND FEARLESS ROW BUT AH WHAT CHART HAVE I TO HER MY SEA WHOSE FAIR MYSTERIOUS DEPTH I LONG TO KNOW
phonemes: ʃˈɪftɪŋ ænd bˈæflɪŋ ɪz ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪdoʊ tɹˈæk, blˈaɪnd ænd bᵻwˈɪldɚɹɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə kˈɜːɹənts flˈoʊ. mˌiː ðeɪ pɚplˈɛks nˈɑːt. ɪnðə mˈɪdnaɪt blˈæk aɪ hˈoʊld maɪ wˈeɪ sᵻkjˈʊɹ ænd fˈɪɹləs ɹˈoʊ, bˌʌt ˈɑː! wˌʌt tʃˈɑːɹt hˈæv aɪ tə hɜː, maɪ sˈiː, hˌuːz fˈɛɹ, mɪstˈɪɹiəs dˈɛpθs aɪ lˈɔŋ tə nˈoʊ?