text_original: O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on, To the haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
text_transcription: OH WELL FOR THE FISHERMAN'S BOY THAT HE SHOUTS WITH HIS SISTER AT PLAY OH WELL FOR THE SAILOR LAD THAT HE SINGS IN HIS BOAT ON THE BAY AND THE STATELY SHIPS GO ON TO THE HAVEN UNDER THE HILL BUT OH FOR THE TOUCH OF A VANISHED HAND AND THE SOUND OF A VOICE THAT IS STILL
phonemes: ˈoʊ wˈɛl fɚðə fˈɪʃɚmənz bˈɔɪ ðæt hiː ʃˈaʊts wɪð hɪz sˈɪstɚɹ æt plˈeɪ! ˈoʊ wˈɛl fɚðə sˈeɪlɚ lˈæd ðæt hiː sˈɪŋz ɪn hɪz bˈoʊt ɔnðə bˈeɪ! ænd ðə stˈeɪtli ʃˈɪps ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, tə ðə hˈeɪvən ˌʌndɚ ðə hˈɪl; bˌʌt ˈoʊ fɚðə tˈʌtʃ əvə vˈænɪʃt hˈænd, ænd ðə sˈaʊnd əvə vˈɔɪs ðæt ɪz stˈɪl!