text_original: We sailed to the south'ard, And nothing did we meet, Till we found three British frigates And their West Indian fleet. Old Whipple shut our ports As we crawled up near, And he sent us all below On the Yankee Privateer.
text_transcription: WE SAILED TO THE SOUTH'ARD AND NOTHING DID WE MEET TILL WE FOUND THREE BRITISH FRIGATES AND THEIR WEST INDIAN FLEET OLD WHIPPLE SHUT OUR PORTS AS WE CRAWLED UP NEAR AND HE SENT US ALL BELOW ON THE YANKEE PRIVATEER
phonemes: wiː sˈeɪld tə ðə sˈaʊθɑːɹd, ænd nˈʌθɪŋ dˈɪd wiː mˈiːt, tˈɪl wiː fˈaʊnd θɹˈiː bɹˈɪɾɪʃ fɹˈɪɡəts ænd ðɛɹ wˈɛst ˈɪndiən flˈiːt. ˈoʊld wˈɪpəl ʃˈʌt ˌaʊɚ pˈɔːɹts æz wiː kɹˈɔːld ˌʌp nˈɪɹ, ænd hiː sˈɛnt ˌʌs ˈɔːl bᵻlˌoʊ ɔnðə jˈæŋkiː pɹˌaɪvətˈɪɹ.