text_original: And now the scene it altered, The cannon ceased to roar, We fought with swords and boarding pikes One glass or something more, Till British pride and glory No longer dared to stay, But cut the Yankee grapplings, And quickly bore away.
text_transcription: AND NOW THE SCENE HAD ALTERED THE CANNON CEASED TO ROAR WE FOUGHT WITH SWORDS AND BOARDING PIKES ONE GLASS OR SOMETHING MORE TILL BRITISH PRIDE AND GLORY NO LONGER DARED TO STAY BUT CUT THE YANKEE GRAPPLINGS AND QUICKLY BORE AWAY
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ ðə sˈiːn ɪɾ ˈɔltɚd, ðə kˈænən sˈiːst tə ɹˈɔːɹ, wiː fˈɔːt wɪð sˈɔːɹdz ænd bˈɔːɹdɪŋ pˈaɪks wˈʌn ɡlˈæs ɔːɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ, tˈɪl bɹˈɪɾɪʃ pɹˈaɪd ænd ɡlˈɔːɹi nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ dˈɛɹd tə stˈeɪ, bˌʌt kˈʌt ðə jˈæŋkiː ɡɹˈæplɪŋz, ænd kwˈɪkli bˈɔːɹ ɐwˈeɪ.