text_original: How happy for England, would Fortune but sweep At once all her treacherous foes to the deep; For the land under burthens most bitterly groans, To get rid of some that are worse than Paul Jones.
text_transcription: HOW HAPPY ENGLAND WOULD FORTUNE BUT SWEEP AT ONCE ALL HER TREACHEROUS FOES TO THE DEEP FOR THE LAND UNDER BURDENS MOST BITTERLY GROANS TO GET RID OF SOME THAT ARE WORSE THAN PAUL JONES
phonemes: hˌaʊ hˈæpi fɔːɹ ˈɪŋɡlənd, wʊd fˈɔːɹtʃʊn bˌʌt swˈiːp ɐtwˈʌns ˈɔːl hɜː tɹˈɛtʃɚɹəs fˈoʊz tə ðə dˈiːp; fɚðə lˈænd ˌʌndɚ bˈɜːðənz mˈoʊst bˈɪɾɚli ɡɹˈoʊnz, tə ɡɛt ɹˈɪd ʌv sˌʌm ðæt ɑːɹ wˈɜːs ðɐn pˈɔːl dʒˈoʊnz.