text_original: His bosom glow'd with love For liberty, His passions much did move To orphans' cry, He let proud tyrants know, How far their bounds should go And then his bombs did throw Into their den.
text_transcription: HIS BOSOM GLOWED WITH LOVE FOR LIBERTY HIS PASSIONS MUCH DID MOVE TO ORPHANS CRY HE LET PROUD TYRANTS KNOW HOW FAR THEIR BOUNDS SHOULD GO AND THEN HIS BALMS DID THROW INTO THEIR DEN
phonemes: hɪz bˈʊzəm ɡlˈoʊd wɪð lˈʌv fɔːɹ lˈɪbɚɾi, hɪz pˈæʃənz mˈʌtʃ dˈɪd mˈuːv tʊ ˈɔːɹfənz kɹˈaɪ, hiː lˈɛt pɹˈaʊd tˈaɪɹənts nˈoʊ, hˌaʊ fˈɑːɹ ðɛɹ bˈaʊndz ʃˌʊd ɡˌoʊ ænd ðˈɛn hɪz bˈɑːmz dˈɪd θɹˈoʊ ˌɪntʊ ðɛɹ dˈɛn.