text_original: She felt the fury of _her_ ball: Down, prostrate, down the Britons fall; The decks were strew'd with slain: Jones to the foe his vessel lash'd; And, while the black artillery flash'd, Loud thunders shook the main.
text_transcription: SHE FELT THE FURY OF HER BALL DOWN PROSTRATE DOWN THE BRITON'S FALL THE DECKS WERE STREWED WITH SLAIN JONES TO THE FOE HIS VESSEL LASHED AND WHILE THE BLACK ARTILLERY FLASHED LOUD THUNDER SHOOK THE MAN
phonemes: ʃiː fˈɛlt ðə fjˈʊɹɹi ʌv hɜː bˈɔːl: dˈaʊn, pɹˈɑːstɹeɪt, dˌaʊn ðə bɹˈɪtənz fˈɔːl; ðə dˈɛks wɜː stɹˈuːd wɪð slˈeɪn: dʒˈoʊnz tə ðə fˈoʊ hɪz vˈɛsəl lˈæʃd; ænd, wˌaɪl ðə blˈæk ɑːɹtˈɪlɚɹi flˈæʃd, lˈaʊd θˈʌndɚz ʃˈʊk ðə mˈeɪn.