text_original: THE FATE OF JOHN BURGOYNE [October 17, 1777] When Jack the King's commander Was going to his duty, Through all the crowd he smiled and bowed To every blooming beauty. The city rung with feats he'd done In Portugal and Flanders, And all the town thought he'd be crowned The first of Alexanders.
text_transcription: THE FATE OF JOHN BURGOIGN OCTOBER SEVENTEENTH SEVENTEEN SEVENTY SEVEN WHEN JACK THE KING'S COMMANDER WAS GOING TO HIS DUTY THROUGH ALL THE CROWD HE SMILED AND BOWED TO EVERY BLOOMING BEAUTY THE CITY RUNG WITH FEATS HE'D DONE IN PORTUGAL AND FLANDERS AND ALL THE TOWN THOUGHT HE'D BE CROWN'D THE FIRST OF ALEXANDER'S
phonemes: ðə fˈeɪt ʌv dʒˈɑːn bˈɜːɡɔɪn [ɑːktˈoʊbɚ sˈɛvəntˌiːn, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən] wˌɛn dʒˈæk ðə kˈɪŋz kəmˈændɚ wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə hɪz dˈuːɾi, θɹuː ˈɔːl ðə kɹˈaʊd hiː smˈaɪld ænd bˈaʊd tʊ ˈɛvɹi blˈuːmɪŋ bjˈuːɾi. ðə sˈɪɾi ɹˈʌŋ wɪð fˈiːts hiːd dˈʌn ɪn pˈɔːɹtʃəɡəl ænd flˈændɚz, ænd ˈɔːl ðə tˈaʊn θˈɔːt hiːd biː kɹˈaʊnd ðə fˈɜːst ʌv ˌælɪɡzˈændɚz.