text_original: They may talk o' Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face   It's a grand gret cemetary Fer the barthrights of our race; They jest want this Californy So's to lug new slave States in To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye, An' to plunder ye like sin.
text_transcription: THEY MAY TALK O FREEDOMS ERIE TILL THEY'RE PURPLE IN THE FACE IT'S A GRAND GREAT CEMETERY FOR THE BOTH RIGHTS OF OUR RACE THEY JEST WANT THIS CALIFORNA SO'S TO LUG NEW SLAVE STATES IN TO ABUSE YE AN TO SCORN YE AND TO PLUNDER YE LIKE SIN
phonemes: ðeɪ mˈeɪ tˈɔːk ˈoʊ fɹˈiːdəmz ˈɛɹi tˈɛl ðeɪɚ pˈʌpəl ɪnðə fˈeɪs ɪts ɐ ɡɹˈænd ɡɹˈɛt sˈɛmɪtˌɛɹi fˈɜː ðə bˈɑːɹθɹaɪts ʌv ˌaʊɚ ɹˈeɪs; ðeɪ dʒˈɛst wˈɔnt ðɪs kˈælɪfˌɔːɹni sˌoʊz tə lˈʌɡ nˈuː slˈeɪv stˈeɪts ɪn tʊ ɐbjˈuːz jˈiː, æn tə skˈɔːɹn jˈiː, æn tə plˈʌndɚ jiː lˈaɪk sˈɪn.