text_original: But, my lords, do not fear, For, before the next year, Although a small island should fret us, The continent, whole, We will take, by my soul, If the cowardly Yankees will let us.
text_transcription: BUT MY LORDS DO NOT FEAR FOR BEHOLD THE NEXT YEAR ALTHOUGH A SMALL ISLAND SHOULD FRET US THE CONTINENT WHOLE WE WILL TAKE BY MY SOUL IF THE COWARDLY YANKEES WILL LET US
phonemes: bˌʌt, maɪ lˈɔːɹdz, duːnˌɑːt fˈɪɹ, fɔːɹ, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə nˈɛkst jˈɪɹ, ɔːlðˈoʊ ɐ smˈɔːl ˈaɪlənd ʃˌʊd fɹˈɛt ˌʌs, ðə kˈɑːntɪnənt, hˈoʊl, wiː wɪl tˈeɪk, baɪ maɪ sˈoʊl, ɪf ðə kˈaʊɚdli jˈæŋkiːz wɪl lˈɛt ˌʌs.