text_original: Yet think not thirst of glory unsheaths our vengeful swords To rend your bands asunder, or cast away your cords, 'Tis heaven born freedom fires us all, and strengthens each brave son, From him who humbly guides the plough, to god like Washington.
text_transcription: YET THINK NOT THIRST OF GLORIOUS UNSHEATHS OUR VENGEFUL SWORDS TO REND YOUR BANDS ASUNDER OR CAST AWAY YOUR CORDS TIS HEAVEN BORN FREEDOM FIRES US ALL AND STRENGTHENS EACH BRAVE SON FROM HIM WHO HUMBLY GUIDES THE PLOUGH TO GOD LIKE WASHINGTON
phonemes: jˈɛt θˈɪŋk nˌɑːt θˈɜːst ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌnʃˈiːθs ˌaʊɚ vˈɛndʒfəl sˈɔːɹdz tə ɹˈɛnd jʊɹ bˈændz ɐsˈʌndɚ, ɔːɹ kˈæst ɐwˈeɪ jʊɹ kˈɔːɹdz, tˈɪz hˈɛvən bˈɔːɹn fɹˈiːdəm fˈaɪɚz ˌʌs ˈɔːl, ænd stɹˈɛŋθənz ˈiːtʃ bɹˈeɪv sˈʌn, fɹʌm hˌɪm hˌuː hˈʌmbli ɡˈaɪdz ðə plˈaʊ, tə ɡˈɑːd lˈaɪk wˈɑːʃɪŋtən.