text_original: But Washington, her glorious son, Of British hosts the terror, Soon, by repeated overthrows, Convinc'd them of their error; Let Princeton, and let Trenton tell, What gallant deeds he's done, sir, And Monmouth's plains where hundreds fell, And thousands more have run, sir.
text_transcription: BUT WASHINGTON HER GLORIOUS SON OF BRITISH HOSTS THE TERROR SOON BY REPEATED OVERTHROWS CONVINCED THEM OF THEIR ERROR LET PRINCETON AND LET TRENTON TELL WHAT GALLANT DEEDS HE'S DONE SIR AND MONMOUTH PLAINS WHERE HUNDREDS FELL AND THOUSANDS MORE HAVE RUN SIR
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈɑːʃɪŋtən, hɜː ɡlˈɔːɹiəs sˈʌn, ʌv bɹˈɪɾɪʃ hˈoʊsts ðə tˈɛɹɚ, sˈuːn, baɪ ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd ˌoʊvɚθɹˈoʊz, kənvˈɪŋkd ðˌɛm ʌv ðɛɹ ˈɛɹɚ; lˈɛt pɹˈɪnstən, ænd lˈɛt tɹˈɛntən tˈɛl, wˌʌt ɡˈælənt dˈiːdz hiːz dˈʌn, sˌɜː, ænd mˈɔnməθz plˈeɪnz wˌɛɹ hˈʌndɹɪdz fˈɛl, ænd θˈaʊzəndz mˈɔːɹ hæv ɹˈʌn, sˌɜː.