text_original: A SONG OF REPUBLICS Fair Freedom's ship, too long adrift— Of every wind the sport— Now rigged and manned, her course well planned, Sails proudly out of port; And fluttering gaily from the mast This motto is unfurled, Let all men heed its truth who read: "Republics rule the World!"
text_transcription: UR RENEE DE SUSA FAIR FREEDOM'S SHIP TOO LONG ADRIFT OF EVERY WIND THE SPORT NOW RIGGED AND MANNED HER COURSE WELL PLANNED SAILS PROUDLY OUT OF PORT AND FLUTTERING GAILY FROM THE MAST THIS MOTTO IS UNFURLED LET ALL MEN HEED ITS TRUTH WHO READ REPUBLICS RULE THE WORLD
phonemes: ɐ sˈɔŋ ʌv ɹᵻpˈʌblɪks fˈɛɹ fɹˈiːdəmz ʃˈɪp, tˈuː lˈɔŋ ɐdɹˈɪft— ʌv ˈɛvɹi wˈɪnd ðə spˈɔːɹt— nˈaʊ ɹˈɪɡd ænd mˈænd, hɜː kˈɔːɹs wˈɛl plˈænd, sˈeɪlz pɹˈaʊdli ˌaʊɾəv pˈɔːɹt; ænd flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ ɡˈeɪli fɹʌmðə mˈæst ðɪs mˈɑːɾoʊ ɪz ʌnfˈɜːld, lˈɛt ˈɔːl mˈɛn hˈiːd ɪts tɹˈuːθ hˌuː ɹˈiːd: "ɹᵻpˈʌblɪks ɹˈuːl ðə wˈɜːld!"