text_original: Now finished is my story, My song is at an end; The freedom we're enjoying We're ready to defend; For while our cause is righteous, Heaven nerves the soldier's arm, And vain is their endeavor Who strive to do us harm.
text_transcription: NOW FINISHED IS MY STORY MY SONG IS AT AN END THE FREEDOM WE'RE ENJOYING WE'RE READY TO DEFEND FOR ALL OUR CAUSE IS RIGHTEOUS HEAVEN NERVES THE SOLDIER'S ARM AND VAIN IS THERE ENDEAVOR WHO STRIVE TO DO US HARM
phonemes: nˈaʊ fˈɪnɪʃt ɪz maɪ stˈɔːɹi, maɪ sˈɔŋ ɪz æɾ ɐn ˈɛnd; ðə fɹˈiːdəm wɪɹ ɛndʒˈɔɪɪŋ wɪɹ ɹˈɛdi tə dᵻfˈɛnd; fɔːɹ wˌaɪl ˌaʊɚ kˈɔːz ɪz ɹˈaɪtʃəs, hˈɛvən nˈɜːvz ðə sˈoʊldʒɚz ˈɑːɹm, ænd vˈeɪn ɪz ðɛɹ ɛndˈɛvɚ hˌuː stɹˈaɪv tə dˈuː ˌʌs hˈɑːɹm.