text_original: This boasted son of Britain, When mounting his triumphal car, With sudden fear was smitten. The sons of Freedom gathered round, His hostile bands confounded, And when they'd fain have turned their back They found themselves surrounded!
text_transcription: THIS BOASTED SON OF BRITAIN WHEN MOUNTING HIS TRIUMPHAL CAR WITH SUDDEN FEAR WAS SMITTEN THE SONS OF FREEDOM GATHER'D ROUND HIS HOSTILE BANDS CONFOUNDED AND WHEN THEY'D FEIGNED HAD TURNED THEIR BACK THEY FOUND THEMSELVES SURROUNDED
phonemes: ðɪs bˈoʊstᵻd sˈʌn ʌv bɹˈɪtən, wˌɛn mˈaʊntɪŋ hɪz tɹˈaɪʌmfəl kˈɑːɹ, wɪð sˈʌdən fˈɪɹ wʌz smˈɪʔn̩. ðə sˈʌnz ʌv fɹˈiːdəm ɡˈæðɚd ɹˈaʊnd, hɪz hˈɑːstəl bˈændz kənfˈaʊndᵻd, ænd wɛn ðeɪd fˈeɪn hæv tˈɜːnd ðɛɹ bˈæk ðeɪ fˈaʊnd ðɛmsˈɛlvz sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd!