text_original: Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire all along the line, When we meet those bloody Hessians in array! They shall have every grain from this powder horn of mine, Unless the cowards turn and run away. Home! Home! Home!
text_transcription: FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE ALONG THE LINE WHEN WE MEET THOSE BLOODY HESSIANS IN ARRAY THEY SHALL HAVE EVERY GRAIN FROM THIS POWDER HORN OF MINE UNLESS THE COWARDS TURN AND RUN AWAY HOME HOME
phonemes: fˈaɪɚ! fˈaɪɚ! fˈaɪɚ! fˈaɪɚɹ ˈɔːl ɐlˈɔŋ ðə lˈaɪn, wˌɛn wiː mˈiːt ðoʊz blˈʌdi hˈɛʃənz ɪn ɚɹˈeɪ! ðeɪ ʃˌæl hæv ˈɛvɹi ɡɹˈeɪn fɹʌm ðɪs pˈaʊdɚ hˈɔːɹn ʌv mˈaɪn, ʌnlˈɛs ðə kˈaʊɚdz tˈɜːn ænd ɹˈʌn ɐwˈeɪ. hˈoʊm! hˈoʊm! hˈoʊm!