text_original: As the brig fell off, our long gun was run out to have a parting crack at her, when the third and last shot from the schooner struck the sill of the midship port, and made the white splinters fly from the solid oak like bright silver sparks in the moonlight.
text_transcription: AS THE BRIG FELL OFF OUR LONG GUN WAS RUN OUT TO HAVE A PARTING CRACK AT HER WHEN THE THIRD AND LAST SHOT FROM THE SCHOONER STRUCK THE SILL OF THE MIDSHIP PORT AND MADE THE WHITE SPINTERS FLY FROM THE SOLID OAK LIKE BRIGHT SILVER SPARKS IN THE MOONLIGHT
phonemes: æz ðə bɹˈɪɡ fˈɛl ˈɔf, ˌaʊɚ lˈɔŋ ɡˈʌn wʌz ɹˈʌn ˈaʊt tə hæv ɐ pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ kɹˈæk æt hɜː, wˌɛn ðə θˈɜːd ænd lˈæst ʃˈɑːt fɹʌmðə skˈuːnɚ stɹˈʌk ðə sˈɪl ʌvðə mˈɪdʃɪp pˈɔːɹt, ænd mˌeɪd ðə wˈaɪt splˈɪntɚz flˈaɪ fɹʌmðə sˈɑːlɪd ˈoʊk lˈaɪk bɹˈaɪt sˈɪlvɚ spˈɑːɹks ɪnðə mˈuːnlaɪt.