text_original: They bid their armies sail Though billows roar, And take the first fair gale For Boston's shore; They cross'd the Atlantic sea A long and watery way, Poor Boston fell a prey To tyranny.
text_transcription: THEY BID THEIR ARMY SAIL THOUGH BILLOWS ROAR AND TAKE THE FIRST FAIR GALE FOR BOSTON'S SHORE THEY'D CROSS THE ATLANTIC SEA A LONG AND WATERY WAY POOR BOSTON FELL A PREY TO TYRANNY
phonemes: ðeɪ bˈɪd ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹmiz sˈeɪl ðˌoʊ bˈɪloʊz ɹˈɔːɹ, ænd tˈeɪk ðə fˈɜːst fˈɛɹ ɡˈeɪl fɔːɹ bˈɔstənz ʃˈɔːɹ; ðeɪ kɹˈɔsd ðɪ ɐtlˈæntɪk sˈiː ɐ lˈɔŋ ænd wˈɔːɾɚɹi wˈeɪ, pˈʊɹ bˈɔstən fˈɛl ɐ pɹˈeɪ tə tˈɪɹəni.