text_original: to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers of victory!
text_transcription: TO THEE TIS GIVEN TO GUARD THE BANNER OF THE FREE TO HOVER IN THE SULPHUR SMOKE TO WARD AWAY THE BATTLE STROKE AND BID ITS BLENDINGS SHINE AFAR LIKE RAINBOWS ON THE CLOUD OF WAR THE HARBINGERS OF VICTORY
phonemes: tə ðiː tˈɪz ɡˈɪvən tə ɡˈɑːɹd ðə bˈænɚɹ ʌvðə fɹˈiː, tə hˈʌvɚɹ ɪnðə sˈʌlfɚ smˈoʊk, tə wˈɔːɹd ɐwˈeɪ ðə bˈæɾəl stɹˈoʊk, ænd bˈɪd ɪts blˈɛndɪŋz ʃˈaɪn ɐfˈɑːɹ, lˈaɪk ɹˈeɪnboʊz ɔnðə klˈaʊd ʌv wˈɔːɹ, ðə hˈɑːɹbɪndʒɚz ʌv vˈɪktɚɹi!