text_original: Come, brave boys, and fill your glasses, You have humbled one proud foe, No brave action this surpasses, Fame shall tell the nation so   Thus be Britain's woes completed, Thus abridged her cruel reign, Till she ever, thus defeated, Yields the sceptre of the main. PHILIP FRENEAU.
text_transcription: COME BRAVE BOYS AND FILL YOUR GLASSES YOU HAVE HUMBLED ONE PROUD FOE NO BRAVE ACTION THIS SURPASSES FAME SHALL TELL THE NATION SO THUS BE BRITAIN'S WOES COMPLETED THUS ABRIDGED HER CRUEL REIGN TILL SHE EVER THUS DEFEATED YIELDS THE SCEPTRE OF THE MAIN PHILIP FRINEAU
phonemes: kˈʌm, bɹˈeɪv bˈɔɪz, ænd fˈɪl jʊɹ ɡlˈæsᵻz, juː hæv hˈʌmbəld wˈʌn pɹˈaʊd fˈoʊ, nˈoʊ bɹˈeɪv ˈækʃən ðɪs sɚpˈæsᵻz, fˈeɪm ʃˌæl tˈɛl ðə nˈeɪʃən sˌoʊ ðˈʌs biː bɹˈɪtənz wˈoʊz kəmplˈiːɾᵻd, ðˈʌs ɐbɹˈɪdʒd hɜː kɹˈuːəl ɹˈeɪn, tˈɪl ʃiː ˈɛvɚ, ðˈʌs dᵻfˈiːɾᵻd, jˈiːldz ðə sˈɛptɚɹ ʌvðə mˈeɪn. fˈɪlɪp fɹˈɛnoʊ.