text_original: Out there she sits and mutters of her dead, Old Ocean; of the stalwart and the strong, Skipper and fisher whom her arms dragged down: Before her now she sees their ghosts; o'erhead, As gray as rain, their wild wrecks sweep along, And all night long lay siege to this old town.
text_transcription: OUT THERE SHE SITS AND MUTTERS OF HER DEAD OLD OCEAN OF THE STALWART AND THE STRONG SKIPPER AND FISHER WHOM HER ARMS DRAG DOWN BEFORE HER NOW SHE SEES THEIR GHOSTS OVERHEAD AS GRAY AS RAIN THEIR WILD WRECKS SWEEP ALONG AND ALL NIGHT LONG LAY SIEGE TO THIS OLD TOWN
phonemes: ˈaʊt ðɛɹ ʃiː sˈɪts ænd mˈʌɾɚz ʌv hɜː dˈɛd, ˈoʊld ˈoʊʃən; ʌvðə stˈɔːlwɔːɹt ænd ðə stɹˈɔŋ, skˈɪpɚɹ ænd fˈɪʃɚ hˈuːm hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz dɹˈæɡd dˈaʊn: bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɜː nˈaʊ ʃiː sˈiːz ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊsts; ˈɔːɹhɛd, æz ɡɹˈeɪ æz ɹˈeɪn, ðɛɹ wˈaɪld ɹˈɛks swˈiːp ɐlˈɔŋ, ænd ˈɔːl nˈaɪt lˈɔŋ lˈeɪ sˈiːdʒ tə ðɪs ˈoʊld tˈaʊn.