text_original: THE SOUTH CAROLINA [December 19, 1782] My dear brother Ned, We are knock'd on the head, No more let America boast; We may all go to bed, And that's enough said, For the South Carolina we've lost.
text_transcription: THE SOUTH CAROLINA DECEMBER NINETEENTH SEVENTEEN EIGHTY TWO MY DEAR BROTHER NED WE ARE KNOCKED ON THE HEAD NO MORE LET AMERICA BOAST WE MAY ALL GO TO BED AND THAT'S ENOUGH SAID FOR THE SOUTH CAROLINA WE'VE LOST
phonemes: ðə sˈaʊθ kˌæɹəlˈaɪnə [dᵻsˈɛmbɚ nˈaɪntiːn, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi tˈuː] maɪ dˈɪɹ bɹˈʌðɚ nˈɛd, wiː ɑːɹ nˈɑːkd ɔnðə hˈɛd, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ lˈɛt ɐmˈɛɹɪkə bˈoʊst; wiː mˈeɪ ˈɔːl ɡˌoʊ tə bˈɛd, ænd ðæts ɪnˈʌf sˈɛd, fɚðə sˈaʊθ kˌæɹəlˈaɪnə wiːv lˈɔst.