text_original: Should warlike weapons fail us, disdaining slavish fears, To swords we'll beat our ploughshares, our pruning hooks to spears, And rush, all desperate, on our foe, nor breathe till battle won, Then shout, and shout America! and conquering Washington!
text_transcription: SHOULD WARLIKE WEAPONS FAIL US DISDAINING SLAVISH FEARS TWO SWORDS WILL BEAT OUR PLOUGHSHARES OUR PRUNING HOOKS TO SPEARS AND RUSH ALL DESPERATE ON OUR FOE NOR BREATHE TILL BATTLE WON THEN SHOUT AND SHOUT AMERICA AND CONQUERING WASHINGTON
phonemes: ʃˌʊd wˈɔːɹlaɪk wˈɛpənz fˈeɪl ˌʌs, dɪsdˈeɪnɪŋ slˈeɪvɪʃ fˈɪɹz, tə sˈɔːɹdz wiːl bˈiːt ˌaʊɚ plˈaʊʃɛɹz, ˌaʊɚ pɹˈuːnɪŋ hˈʊks tə spˈɪɹz, ænd ɹˈʌʃ, ˈɔːl dˈɛspɚɹət, ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ fˈoʊ, nˈɔːɹ bɹˈiːð tˈɪl bˈæɾəl wˈʌn, ðˈɛn ʃˈaʊt, ænd ʃˈaʊt ɐmˈɛɹɪkə! ænd kˈɑːŋkɚɹɪŋ wˈɑːʃɪŋtən!