text_original: Roar with all your throats, of cartilage and metal, ye Sons of Liberty; stir spasmodically whatsoever of utmost faculty is in you, soul, body or spirit; for it is the hour! Smite, thou Louis Tournay, cartwright of the Marais, old soldier of the Regiment Dauphine; smite at that Outer Drawbridge chain, though the fiery hail whistles round thee!
text_transcription: ROAR WITH ALL YOUR THROATS OF CARTILAGE AND METAL YE SONS OF LIBERTY SPUR SPASMATICALLY WHATSOEVER OF UTMOST FACULTY IS IN YOU SOUL BODY OR SPIRIT FOR IT IS THE HOUR SMITE THOU LOUIS TOURNAY CARTWRIGHT OF THE MARAY OLD SOLDIER OF THE REGIMENT DAUPHINE SMITE AT THAT OUTER DRAWBRIDGE CHAIN THOUGH THE FIERY HAIL WHISTLES ROUND THEE
phonemes: ɹˈɔːɹ wɪð ˈɔːl jʊɹ θɹˈoʊts, ʌv kˈɑːɹɾɪlɪdʒ ænd mˈɛɾəl, jiː sˈʌnz ʌv lˈɪbɚɾi; stˈɜː spæzmˈɑːdɪkli wʌtsˌoʊˈɛvɚɹ ʌv ˈʌtmoʊst fˈækəlti ɪz ɪn juː, sˈoʊl, bˈɑːdi ɔːɹ spˈɪɹɪt; fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɪz ðɪ ˈaʊɚ! smˈaɪt, ðˈaʊ lˈuːi tˈʊɹneɪ, kˈɑːɹtɹaɪt ʌvðə mˈæɹaɪz, ˈoʊld sˈoʊldʒɚɹ ʌvðə ɹˈɛdʒɪmənt dˈɔːfiːn; smˈaɪt æt ðæt ˈaʊɾɚ dɹˈɔːbɹɪdʒ tʃˈeɪn, ðˌoʊ ðə fˈaɪɚɹi hˈeɪl wˈɪsəlz ɹˈaʊnd ðˈiː!