text_original: When he sat down before the town, His Lordship soon surrender'd; His martial pride he laid aside, And cas'd the British standard; Gods! how this stroke will North provoke, And all his thoughts confuse, sir! And how the Peers will hang their ears, When first they hear the news, sir.
text_transcription: WHEN HE SAT DOWN BEFORE THE TOWN HIS LORDSHIP SOON SURRENDERED HIS MARTIAL PRIDE HE LAID ASIDE AND CASED THE BRITISH STANDARD GODS HOW THIS STROKE WILL NORTH PROVOKE AND ALL HIS THOUGHTS CONFUSE SIR AND HOW THE PEERS WILL HANG THEIR EARS WHEN FIRST THEY HEAR THE NEWS SIR
phonemes: wˌɛn hiː sˈæt dˌaʊn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə tˈaʊn, hɪz lˈɔːɹdʃɪp sˈuːn sɚɹˈɛndɚd; hɪz mˈɑːɹʃəl pɹˈaɪd hiː lˈeɪd ɐsˈaɪd, ænd kˈæsd ðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ stˈændɚd; ɡˈɑːdz! hˌaʊ ðɪs stɹˈoʊk wɪl nˈɔːɹθ pɹəvˈoʊk, ænd ˈɔːl hɪz θˈɔːts kənfjˈuːz, sˌɜː! ænd hˌaʊ ðə pˈɪɹz wɪl hˈæŋ ðɛɹ ˈɪɹz, wˌɛn fˈɜːst ðeɪ hˈɪɹ ðə nˈuːz, sˌɜː.