text_original: In their hands will prove no trifle! Had ye no graves at home Across the briny water, That hither ye must come, Like bullocks to the slaughter?
text_transcription: IN THEIR HANDS WILL PROVE NO TRIFLE HAD YE NO GRAVES AT HOME ACROSS THE BRINY WATER THAT HITHER YE MUST COME LIKE BULLOCKS TO THE SLAUGHTER
phonemes: ɪn ðɛɹ hˈændz wɪl pɹˈuːv nˈoʊ tɹˈaɪfəl! hæd jiː nˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪvz æt hˈoʊm əkɹˌɑːs ðə bɹˈaɪni wˈɔːɾɚ, ðæt hˈɪðɚ jiː mˈʌst kˈʌm, lˈaɪk bˈʊləks tə ðə slˈɔːɾɚ?