text_original: Nor need we doubt the fort to win; I hold intelligence within. True, Lady Anne no danger fears, Brave as the Upton fan she wears;[6] Then, lest upon our first attack Her valiant arm should force us back, And we of all our hopes deprived; I have a stratagem contrived.
text_transcription: NOR NEED WE DOUBT THE FORT TO WIN I HOLD INTELLIGENCE WITHIN TRUE LADY ANNE NO DANGER FEARS BRAVE AS THE UPTON FAN SHE WEARS THEN LEST UPON OUR FIRST ATTACK HER VALIANT ARM SHOULD FORCE US BACK AND WE OF ALL OUR HOPES DEPRIVED I HAVE A STRATAGEM CONTRIVED
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ nˈiːd wiː dˈaʊt ðə fˈɔːɹt tə wˈɪn; aɪ hˈoʊld ɪntˈɛlɪdʒəns wɪðˈɪn. tɹˈuː, lˈeɪdi ˈæn nˈoʊ dˈeɪndʒɚ fˈɪɹz, bɹˈeɪv æz ðɪ ˈʌptən fˈæn ʃiː wˈɛɹz;[sˈɪks] ðˈɛn, lˈɛst əpˌɑːn ˌaʊɚ fˈɜːst ɐtˈæk hɜː vˈæliənt ˈɑːɹm ʃˌʊd fˈɔːɹs ˌʌs bˈæk, ænd wiː ʌv ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊps dᵻpɹˈaɪvd; aɪ hæv ɐ stɹˈæɾeɪdʒəm kəntɹˈaɪvd.