text_original: I die to relate What has been our fate, How sadly our navies are shrunk; The pride of our State Begins to abate, For the branches are lopp'd from the trunk.
text_transcription: I DIE TO RELATE WHAT HAS BEEN OUR FATE HOW SADLY OUR NAVIES ARE SHRUNK THE PRIDE OF OUR STATE BEGINS TO ABATE FOR THE BRANCHES ARE LOPPED FROM THE TRUNK
phonemes: aɪ dˈaɪ tə ɹᵻlˈeɪt wʌt hˈæzbiːn ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪt, hˌaʊ sˈædli ˌaʊɚ nˈeɪviz ɑːɹ ʃɹˈʌŋk; ðə pɹˈaɪd ʌv ˌaʊɚ stˈeɪt bɪɡˈɪnz tʊ ɐbˈeɪt, fɚðə bɹˈæntʃᵻz ɑːɹ lˈɑːpd fɹʌmðə tɹˈʌŋk.