text_original: Then yardarm and yardarm meeting, Strait began the dismal fray, Cannon mouths, each other greeting, Belched their smoky flames away: Soon the langrage, grape and chain shot, That from Barney's cannons flew, Swept the Monk, and cleared each round top, Killed and wounded half her crew.
text_transcription: THEN YARD ARM AND YARD ARM MEETING STRAIGHT BEGAN THE DISMAL FRAY CANNON MOUTHS EACH OTHER GREETING BELCHED THEIR SMOKY FLAMES AWAY SOON THE LANGUAGE GRAPE AND CHAIN SHOT THAT FROM BARNEY'S CANNONS FLEW SWEPT THE MONK AND CLEARED EACH ROUND TOP KILLED AND WOUNDED HALF HER CREW
phonemes: ðˈɛn jˈɑːɹdɑːɹm ænd jˈɑːɹdɑːɹm mˈiːɾɪŋ, stɹˈeɪt bɪɡˈæn ðə dˈɪzməl fɹˈeɪ, kˈænən mˈaʊðz, ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋ, bˈɛltʃt ðɛɹ smˈoʊki flˈeɪmz ɐwˈeɪ: sˈuːn ðə lˈæŋɡɹɪdʒ, ɡɹˈeɪp ænd tʃˈeɪn ʃˈɑːt, ðæt fɹʌm bˈɑːɹniz kˈænənz flˈuː, swˈɛpt ðə mˈʌŋk, ænd klˈɪɹd ˈiːtʃ ɹˈaʊnd tˈɑːp, kˈɪld ænd wˈuːndᵻd hˈæf hɜː kɹˈuː.