text_original: War, fierce war, shall break their forces, Nerves of Tory men shall fail, Seeing Howe, with alter'd courses, Bending to the western gale. Thus from every bay of ocean, Flying back with sails unfurl'd, Tossed with ever troubled motion, They shall quit this smiling world.
text_transcription: WAR FIERCE WAR SHALL BREAK THEIR FORCES NERVES OF TORY MEN SHALL FAIL SEEING HOW WITH ALTERED COURSES BENDING TO THE WESTERN GALE THUS FROM EVERY BAY OF OCEAN FLYING BACK WITH SAILS UNFURLED TOSSED WITH EVER TROUBLED MOTION THEY SHALL QUIT THIS SMILING WORLD
phonemes: wˈɔːɹ, fˈɪɹs wˈɔːɹ, ʃˌæl bɹˈeɪk ðɛɹ fˈɔːɹsᵻz, nˈɜːvz ʌv tˈɔːɹi mˈɛn ʃˌæl fˈeɪl, sˈiːɪŋ hˈaʊ, wɪð ˈɔltɚd kˈɔːɹsᵻz, bˈɛndɪŋ tə ðə wˈɛstɚn ɡˈeɪl. ðˈʌs fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi bˈeɪ ʌv ˈoʊʃən, flˈaɪɪŋ bˈæk wɪð sˈeɪlz ʌnfˈɜːld, tˈɔst wɪð ˈɛvɚ tɹˈʌbəld mˈoʊʃən, ðeɪ ʃˌæl kwˈɪt ðɪs smˈaɪlɪŋ wˈɜːld.