text_original: Now, brothers of the patriot bands, Let's sing deliverance from the hands Of arbitrary sway. And as our life is but a span, Let's touch the tankard while we can, In memory of that day.
text_transcription: NOW BROTHERS OF THE PATRIOT BANDS LET SING DELIVERANCE FROM THE HANDS OF ARBITRARY SWAY AND AS OUR LIFE IS BUT A SPAN LET'S TOUCH THE TANKARD WHILE WE CAN IN MEMORY OF THAT DAY
phonemes: nˈaʊ, bɹˈʌðɚz ʌvðə pˈeɪtɹɪət bˈændz, lˈɛts sˈɪŋ dᵻlˈɪvɚɹəns fɹʌmðə hˈændz ʌv ˈɑːɹbɪtɹˌɛɹi swˈeɪ. ænd æz ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪf ɪz bˌʌt ɐ spˈæn, lˈɛts tˈʌtʃ ðə tˈæŋkɚd wˌaɪl wiː kˈæn, ɪn mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv ðæt dˈeɪ.