text_original: THE YANKEE MAN OF WAR [1778] 'Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars, And the whistling wind from the west nor' west blew through the pitch pine spars,   With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung upon the gale, On an autumn night we raised the light on the old head of Kinsale.
text_transcription: THE YANKEE MEN OF WAR SEVENTEEN SEVENTY EIGHT TIS OF A GALLANT YANKEE SHIP THAT FLEW THE STRIPES AND STARS AND THE WHISTLING WIND FROM THE WEST NOR WEST BLEW THROUGH THE PITCH PINE SPARS WITH HER STARBOARD TACKS ABOARD MY BOYS SHE HUNG UPON THE GALE ON AN AUTUMN NIGHT WE RAISED THE LIGHT ON THE OLD HEAD OF CONSEIL
phonemes: ðə jˈæŋkiː mˈæn ʌv wˈɔːɹ [wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti ˈeɪt] tˈɪz əvə ɡˈælənt jˈæŋkiː ʃˈɪp ðæt flˈuː ðə stɹˈaɪps ænd stˈɑːɹz, ænd ðə wˈɪsəlɪŋ wˈɪnd fɹʌmðə wˈɛst nˈɔːɹ wˈɛst blˈuː θɹuː ðə pˈɪtʃ pˈaɪn spˈɑːɹz,   wɪð hɜː stˈɑːɹbɚd tˈæks ɐbˈɔːɹd, maɪ bˈɔɪz, ʃiː hˈʌŋ əpˌɑːn ðə ɡˈeɪl, ˌɔn ɐn ˈɔːɾʌm nˈaɪt wiː ɹˈeɪzd ðə lˈaɪt ɔnðɪ ˈoʊld hˈɛd ʌv kˈɪnseɪl.