text_original: O noble pilot steer for Troy,Good sailor ply the labouring oar,This is the Queen of life and joyWhom we must bear from Grecian shore!The waning sky grows faint and blue,It wants an hour still of day,Aboard!
text_transcription: O NOBLE PILOT STEER FOR TROY GOOD SAILOR PLY TH LAB'RING OAR THIS IS THE QUEEN OF LIFE AND JOY WHOM WE MUST SPARE FROM GRECIAN SHORE THE WANING SKY GROWS FAINT AND BLUE IT WANTS AN HOUR STILL OF DAY ABOARD
phonemes: ˈoʊ nˈoʊbəl pˈaɪlət stˈɪɹ fɔːɹ tɹˈɔɪ,ɡˈʊd sˈeɪlɚ plˈaɪ ðə lˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ ˈɔːɹ,ðɪs ɪz ðə kwˈiːn ʌv lˈaɪf ænd dʒˈɔɪ hˈuːm wiː mˈʌst bˈɛɹ fɹʌm ɡɹˈiːʃən ʃˈɔːɹ!ðə wˈeɪnɪŋ skˈaɪ ɡɹˈoʊz fˈeɪnt ænd blˈuː,ɪt wˈɔnts ɐn ˈaʊɚ stˈɪl ʌv dˈeɪ,ɐbˈɔːɹd!