text_original: To take her we cannot fail. "Our eighteen guns, each a nine pounder, Soon shall terrify this foe; We shall maul her, we shall wound her, Bringing rebel colors low."
text_transcription: TO TAKE HER WE CANNOT FAIL OUR EIGHTEEN GUNS EACH A NINE POUNDER SOON SHALL TERRIFY THIS FOE WE SHALL MAUL HER WE SHALL WOUND HER BRINGING REBEL COLOURS LOW
phonemes: tə tˈeɪk hɜː wiː kænˈɑːt fˈeɪl. "ˌaʊɚɹ ˈeɪtiːn ɡˈʌnz, ˈiːtʃ ɐ nˈaɪn pˈaʊndɚ, sˈuːn ʃˌæl tˈɛɹᵻfˌaɪ ðɪs fˈoʊ; wiːʃˌɐl mˈɔːl hɜː, wiːʃˌɐl wˈuːnd hɜː, bɹˈɪŋɪŋ ɹˈɛbəl kˈʌlɚz lˈoʊ."