text_original: And now the foe hath won the day, Methinks their words are these: "Ye cursed, rebel, Yankee race, Will this your Congress please? "Your pardons crave, you them shall have, Behold them in our hands; We'll all agree to set you free, By dashing out your brains.
text_transcription: AND NOW THE FOE HATH WON THE DAY METHINKS THEIR WORDS ARE THESE YE CURSED REBEL YANKEE RACE WILL THIS YOUR CONGRESS PLEASE YOUR PARDONS CRAVE YOU THEM SHALL HAVE BEHOLD THEM IN OUR HANDS WE'LL ALL AGREE TO SET YOU FREE BY DASHING OUT YOUR BRAINS
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ ðə fˈoʊ hæθ wˈʌn ðə dˈeɪ, miːθˈɪŋks ðɛɹ wˈɜːdz ɑːɹ ðˈiːz: "jiː kˈɜːst, ɹˈɛbəl, jˈæŋkiː ɹˈeɪs, wɪl ðɪs jʊɹ kˈɑːŋɡɹəs plˈiːz? "jʊɹ pˈɑːɹdənz kɹˈeɪv, juː ðˌɛm ʃˌæl hˈæv, bᵻhˈoʊld ðˌɛm ɪn ˌaʊɚ hˈændz; wiːl ˈɔːl ɐɡɹˈiː tə sˈɛt juː fɹˈiː, baɪ dˈæʃɪŋ ˈaʊt jʊɹ bɹˈeɪnz.