text_original: Here sons of freedom fell Rather than flee, Unto those brutes of hell They fell a prey; But they shall live again, Their names shall rise and reign Among the noble slain In all our land.
text_transcription: HERE THE SONS OF FREEDOM FELL RATHER THAN FLEE UNTO THOSE BRUTES OF HELL THEY FELL A PREY BUT THEY SHALL LIVE AGAIN THEIR NAMES SHALL RISE AND REIGN AMONG THE NOBLE SLAIN IN ALL OUR LAND
phonemes: hˈɪɹ sˈʌnz ʌv fɹˈiːdəm fˈɛl ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn flˈiː, ˌʌntʊ ðoʊz bɹˈuːts ʌv hˈɛl ðeɪ fˈɛl ɐ pɹˈeɪ; bˌʌt ðeɪ ʃˌæl lˈɪv ɐɡˈɛn, ðɛɹ nˈeɪmz ʃˌæl ɹˈaɪz ænd ɹˈeɪn ɐmˌʌŋ ðə nˈoʊbəl slˈeɪn ɪn ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ lˈænd.