text_original: The Diomede's shot Was damnation hot, She was several times in a blaze; It was not my lot To go then to pot, But I veow, I was struck with amaze. And Ned, may I die, Or be pok'd in a sty, If ever I venture again Where bullets do fly, And the wounded do cry, Tormented with anguish and pain.
text_transcription: THE DIAME SHOT WAS DAMNATION HOT SHE WAS SEVERAL TIMES IN A BLAZE IT WAS NOT MY LOT TO GO THEN TO POT BUT I VOW I WAS STRUCK WITH AMAZE AND NED MAY I DIE OR BE POKED IN A STY IF EVER I VENTURE AGAIN WHERE BULLETS DO FLY AND THE WOUNDED DO CRY TORMENTED WITH ANGUISH AND PAIN
phonemes: ðə dɪˈoʊmdz ʃˈɑːt wʌz dæmnˈeɪʃən hˈɑːt, ʃiː wʌz sˈɛvɹəl tˈaɪmz ɪn ɐ blˈeɪz; ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt maɪ lˈɑːt tə ɡˌoʊ ðˈɛn tə pˈɑːt, bˌʌt aɪ vɪˈoʊ, aɪ wʌz stɹˈʌk wɪð ɐmˈeɪz. ænd nˈɛd, mˈeɪ aɪ dˈaɪ, ɔːɹ biː pˈɑːkd ɪn ɐ stˈaɪ, ɪf ˈɛvɚɹ aɪ vˈɛntʃɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn wˌɛɹ bˈʊlɪts dˈuː flˈaɪ, ænd ðə wˈuːndᵻd dˈuː kɹˈaɪ, tɔːɹmˈɛntᵻd wɪð ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ænd pˈeɪn.