text_original: THE SURRENDER OF CORNWALLIS Come, all ye bold Americans, to you the truth I tell, 'Tis of a sad disaster, which late on Britain fell; 'Twas near the height of Old Yorktown, where the cannons loud did roar, A summons to Cornwallis, to fight or else give o'er.
text_transcription: THE SURRENDER OF CORNWALLIS COME ALL YE BOLD AMERICANS TO YOU THE TRUTH I TELL TIS OF A SAD DISASTER WHICH LATE ON BRITAIN FELL TWAS NEAR THE HEIGHT OF OLD YORK TOWN WHERE CANONS LOUD DID ROAR A SUMMON TO CORNWALLIS TO FIGHT OR ELSE GIVE O'ER
phonemes: ðə sɚɹˈɛndɚɹ ʌv kˈɔːɹnwɔliz kˈʌm, ˈɔːl jiː bˈoʊld ɐmˈɛɹɪkənz, tə juː ðə tɹˈuːθ aɪ tˈɛl, tˈɪz əvə sˈæd dɪzˈæstɚ, wˌɪtʃ lˈeɪt ˌɔn bɹˈɪtən fˈɛl; twˈɑːz nˌɪɹ ðə hˈaɪt ʌv ˈoʊld jˈɔːɹktaʊn, wˌɛɹ ðə kˈænənz lˈaʊd dˈɪd ɹˈɔːɹ, ɐ sˈʌmənz tə kˈɔːɹnwɔliz, tə fˈaɪt ɔːɹ ˈɛls ɡˈɪv ˈɔːɹ.