text_original: And now this cruelty Was spread abroad, The sons of liberty This act abhorr'd, Their noble blood did boil, Forgetting all the toil, In troubles they could smile, And went in haste.
text_transcription: AND NOW THIS CRUELTY WAS SPREAD ABROAD THE SONS OF LIBERTY THIS ACT ABHORRED THEIR NOBLE BLOOD DID BOIL FORGETTING ALL THE TOIL IN TROUBLES THEY COULD SMILE AND WENT IN HASTE
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ ðɪs kɹˈuːəlti wʌz spɹˈɛd ɐbɹˈɔːd, ðə sˈʌnz ʌv lˈɪbɚɾi ðɪs ˈækt ɐbhˈɔːɹd, ðɛɹ nˈoʊbəl blˈʌd dˈɪd bˈɔɪl, fɚɡˈɛɾɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə tˈɔɪl, ɪn tɹˈʌbəlz ðeɪ kʊd smˈaɪl, ænd wɛnt ɪn hˈeɪst.