text_original: Thy genius, once the pride Of Britain's ancient isle, Brought o'er the raging tide By our forefathers' toil; In spite of North's despotic power, Shines glorious on this western shore.
text_transcription: GENIUS WANTS THE PRIDE OF BRITAIN'S ANCIENT ISLE BROUGHT O'ER THE RAGING TIDE BY OUR FOREFATHERS TOIL IN SPITE OF NORTH'S DESPOTIC POWER SHINES GLORIOUS ON THIS WESTERN SHORE
phonemes: ðˌaɪ dʒˈiːnɪəs, wˈʌns ðə pɹˈaɪd ʌv bɹˈɪtənz ˈeɪntʃənt ˈaɪəl, bɹˈɔːt ˈɔːɹ ðə ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ tˈaɪd baɪ ˌaʊɚ fˈɔːɹfɑːðɚz tˈɔɪl; ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv nˈɔːɹθz dɛspˈɑːɾɪk pˈaʊɚ, ʃˈaɪnz ɡlˈɔːɹiəs ˌɔn ðɪs wˈɛstɚn ʃˈɔːɹ.