text_original: The plan they laid was deep Even like hell; With sympathy I weep, While here I tell Of that base murderous brood, Void of the fear of God, Who came to spill our blood In our own land.
text_transcription: THE PLAN THEY LAID WAS DEEP EVEN LIKE HELL WITH SYMPATHY I WEEP WHILE HERE I TELL OF THAT BASE MURDEROUS BROOD VOID OF THE FEAR OF GOD WHO CAME TO SPILL OUR BLOOD IN OUR OWN LAND
phonemes: ðə plˈæn ðeɪ lˈeɪd wʌz dˈiːp ˈiːvən lˈaɪk hˈɛl; wɪð sˈɪmpəθi aɪ wˈiːp, wˌaɪl hˈɪɹ aɪ tˈɛl ʌv ðæt bˈeɪs mˈɜːdɚɹəs bɹˈuːd, vˈɔɪd ʌvðə fˈɪɹ ʌv ɡˈɑːd, hˌuː kˈeɪm tə spˈɪl ˌaʊɚ blˈʌd ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn lˈænd.