text_original: SONG ON CAPTAIN BARNEY'S VICTORY OVER THE SHIP GENERAL MONK [April 8, 1782] O'er the waste of waters cruising, Long the General Monk had reigned; All subduing, all reducing, None her lawless rage restrained: Many a brave and hearty fellow Yielding to this warlike foe, When her guns began to bellow Struck his humbled colors low.
text_transcription: SONG APRIL EIGHTH SEVENTEEN EIGHTY TWO OR THE WASTE OF WATERS CRUISING LONG THE GENERAL MONK HAD REIGNED ALL SUBDUING ALL REDUCING NONE HER LAWLESS RAGE RESTRAINED MANY A BRAVE AND HARDY FELLOW YIELDING TO THIS WARLIKE FOE WHEN HER GUNS BEGAN TO BELLOW STRUCK HIS HUMBLED COLORS LOW
phonemes: sˈɔŋ ˌɔn kˈæptɪn bˈɑːɹniz vˈɪktɚɹi ˌoʊvɚ ðə ʃˈɪp dʒˈɛnɚɹəl mˈʌŋk [ˈeɪpɹəl ˈeɪt, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi tˈuː] ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈeɪst ʌv wˈɔːɾɚz kɹˈuːzɪŋ, lˈɔŋ ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəl mˈʌŋk hæd ɹˈeɪnd; ˈɔːl sʌbdˈuːɪŋ, ˈɔːl ɹᵻdˈuːsɪŋ, nˈʌn hɜː lˈɔːləs ɹˈeɪdʒ ɹᵻstɹˈeɪnd: mˈɛni ɐ bɹˈeɪv ænd hˈɑːɹɾi fˈɛloʊ jˈiːldɪŋ tə ðɪs wˈɔːɹlaɪk fˈoʊ, wˌɛn hɜː ɡˈʌnz bɪɡˈæn tə bˈɛloʊ stɹˈʌk hɪz hˈʌmbəld kˈʌlɚz lˈoʊ.