text_original: For the fight our souls were eager, and each Continental leaguer, As he gripped his firelock firmly, scarce could wait the word to fire; For his country rose such fervor, in his heart of hearts, to serve her, That it gladdened him and maddened him and kindled raging ire.
text_transcription: FOR THE FIGHT OUR SOULS WERE EAGER AND EACH CONTINENTAL LEAGUER AS HE GRIPPED HIS FIRELOCK FIRMLY SCARCE COULD WAIT THE WORD TO FIRE FOR HIS COUNTRY ROSE SUCH FERVOUR IN HIS HEART OF HEARTS TO SERVE HER THAT IT GLADDENED HIM AND MADDENED HIM AND KINDLED RAGING IRE
phonemes: fɚðə fˈaɪt ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz wɜːɹ ˈiːɡɚ, ænd ˈiːtʃ kˌɑːntɪnˈɛntəl lˈiːɡɚ, æz hiː ɡɹˈɪpt hɪz fˈaɪɚlɑːk fˈɜːmli, skˈɛɹs kʊd wˈeɪt ðə wˈɜːd tə fˈaɪɚ; fɔːɹ hɪz kˈʌntɹi ɹˈoʊz sˈʌtʃ fˈɜːvɚ, ɪn hɪz hˈɑːɹt ʌv hˈɑːɹts, tə sˈɜːv hɜː, ðˌɐɾɪt ɡlˈædənd hˌɪm ænd mˈædənd hˌɪm ænd kˈɪndəld ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ ˈaɪɚ.