text_original: It was Sunday when the red hot balls hung over us, in mid air: it is now but Friday, and "the Revolution is sanctioned." An August National Assembly shall make the Constitution; and neither foreign Pandour, domestic Triumvirate, with levelled Cannon, Guy Faux powder plots (for that too was spoken of); nor any tyrannic Power on the Earth, or under the Earth, shall say to it, What dost thou?
text_transcription: IT WAS SUNDAY WHEN THE RED HOT BALLS HUNG OVER US IN MID AIR IT IS NOW BUT FRIDAY AND THE REVOLUTION IS SANCTIONED AND AUGUST NATIONAL ASSEMBLY SHALL MAKE THE CONSTITUTION AND NEITHER FOREIGN PANDOR DOMESTIC TRIUMVIRATE WITH LEVELLED CANNON GUY FOX POWDER PLOTS FOR THAT TOO WAS SPOKEN OF NOR ANY TYRANNIC POWER ON THE EARTH OR UNDER THE EARTH SHALL SAY TO IT WHAT DOST THOU
phonemes: ɪt wʌz sˈʌndeɪ wɛn ðə ɹˈɛd hˈɑːt bˈɔːlz hˈʌŋ ˈoʊvɚɹ ˌʌs, ɪn mˈɪd ˈɛɹ: ɪɾ ɪz nˈaʊ bˌʌt fɹˈaɪdeɪ, ænd "ðə ɹˌɛvəlˈuːʃən ɪz sˈæŋkʃənd." ɐn ˈɔːɡəst nˈæʃənəl ɐsˈɛmbli ʃˌæl mˌeɪk ðə kˌɑːnstɪtˈuːʃən; ænd nˈiːðɚ fˈɔːɹən pˈændɚ, dəmˈɛstɪk tɹaɪˈʌmvᵻɹˌeɪt, wɪð lˈɛvəld kˈænən, ɡˈaɪ fˈoʊ pˈaʊdɚ plˈɑːts (fɔːɹ ðæt tˈuː wʌz spˈoʊkən ʌv); nˈɔːɹ ˌɛni tɪɹˈænɪk pˈaʊɚɹ ɔnðɪ ˈɜːθ, ɔːɹ ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈɜːθ, ʃˌæl sˈeɪ tʊ ɪt, wˌʌt dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ?