text_original: The biggest British frigate Bore round to give us chase, But though he was the fleeter Old Whipple wouldn't race, Till he'd raked her fore and aft, For the lubbers couldn't steer, Then he showed them the heels Of the Yankee Privateer.
text_transcription: THE BIGGEST BRITISH FRIGATE BORE ROUND TO GIVE US CHASE BUT THOUGH HE WAS THE FLEETER OLD WHIPPLE WOULDN'T RACE TILL HE'D RAKED HER FORE AND AFT FOR THE LUBBERS COULDN'T STEER THEN HE SHOWED THEM THE HEELS OF THE YANKEE PRIVATEER
phonemes: ðə bˈɪɡɪst bɹˈɪɾɪʃ fɹˈɪɡət bˈɔːɹ ɹˈaʊnd tə ɡˈɪv ˌʌs tʃˈeɪs, bˌʌt ðˌoʊ hiː wʌzðə flˈiːɾɚɹ ˈoʊld wˈɪpəl wˈʊdənt ɹˈeɪs, tˈɪl hiːd ɹˈeɪkt hɜː fˈɔːɹ ænd ˈæft, fɚðə lˈʌbɚz kˌʊdənt stˈɪɹ, ðˈɛn hiː ʃˈoʊd ðˌɛm ðə hˈiːlz ʌvðə jˈæŋkiː pɹˌaɪvətˈɪɹ.