text_original: "Slow sailing from the east his victim came. They met; brief parley; struggle brief and tame, And she was ours; In Boston harbor safe ere set of sun, Great joy for Washington! But heavy grew the hours On Mugford's hands, longing to bring to me, His mother proud, news of his victory; But that was not to be!
text_transcription: SLOW SAILING FROM THE EAST HIS VICTIM CAME THEY MET BRIEF PARLEY STRUGGLED BRIEF AND TAME AND SHE WAS OURS IN BOSTON HARBOUR SAFE AIR SET OF SUN GREAT JOY FOR WASHINGTON BUT HEAVY GREW THE HOURS ON MARGARET'S HANDS LONGING TO BRING ME HIS MOTHER PROUD NEWS OF HIS VICTORY BUT THAT WAS NOT TO BE
phonemes: "slˈoʊ sˈeɪlɪŋ fɹʌmðɪ ˈiːst hɪz vˈɪktɪm kˈeɪm. ðeɪ mˈɛt; bɹˈiːf pˈɑːɹli; stɹˈʌɡəl bɹˈiːf ænd tˈeɪm, ænd ʃiː wʌz aʊɚz; ɪn bˈɔstən hˈɑːɹbɚ sˈeɪf ˈɛɹ sˈɛt ʌv sˈʌn, ɡɹˈeɪt dʒˈɔɪ fɔːɹ wˈɑːʃɪŋtən! bˌʌt hˈɛvi ɡɹˈuː ðɪ ˈaʊɚz ˌɔn mˈʌɡfɚdz hˈændz, lˈɔŋɪŋ tə bɹˈɪŋ tə mˌiː, hɪz mˈʌðɚ pɹˈaʊd, nˈuːz ʌv hɪz vˈɪktɚɹi; bˌʌt ðæt wʌz nˌɑːt tə bˈiː!