text_original: What numbers bravely cross'd the seas, I cannot well determine, A swarm of rebels and of fleas, And every other vermin. Their mighty hearts might shrink they tho't, For all flesh only grass is, A plenteous store they therefore bought Of whiskey and molasses.
text_transcription: WHAT NUMBERS BRAVELY CROSS THE SEAS I CANNOT WELL DETERMINE A SWARM OF REBELS AND OF FLEAS AND EVERY OTHER VERMIN THEIR MIGHTY HEARTS MIGHT SHRINK THEY THOUGHT FOR ALL FLESH ONLY GRASS IS A PLENTEOUS STORE THEY THEREFORE BOUGHT OF WHISKY AND MOLASSES
phonemes: wˌʌt nˈʌmbɚz bɹˈeɪvli kɹˈɔsd ðə sˈiːz, aɪ kænˈɑːt wˈɛl dɪtˈɜːmɪn, ɐ swˈɔːɹm ʌv ɹˈɛbəlz ænd ʌv flˈiːz, ænd ˈɛvɹi ˈʌðɚ vˈɜːmɪn. ðɛɹ mˈaɪɾi hˈɑːɹts mˌaɪt ʃɹˈɪŋk ðeɪ θˈɑːt, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl flˈɛʃ ˈoʊnli ɡɹˈæs ɪz, ɐ plˈɛntiəs stˈɔːɹ ðeɪ ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ bˈɔːt ʌv wˈɪski ænd məlˈæsᵻz.