text_original: _ And the fifty guns of the Bristol flamed, and the volumed thunder rolled; _'Tis now_, the haughty Admiral cried, _we'll drive them out of their hold_! But little he knew, and his British crew, how small was their vaunted power, For lo, to the rampart's crest there leaped the dauntless man of the hour!
text_transcription: AND THE FIFTY GUNS OF THE BRISTOL FLAMED AND THE VOLUMEDUNDER ROLLED TIS NOW THE HAUGHTY ADMIRAL CALLED WE'LL DRIVE THEM OUT OF THEIR HOLD BUT LITTLE HE KNEW AND HIS BRITISH CREW HOW SMALL WAS THEIR VAUNTED POWER FOR LO TO THE RAMPART'S CREST THERE LEAPED THE DAUNTLESS MAN OF THE HOUR
phonemes: ænd ðə fˈɪfti ɡˈʌnz ʌvðə bɹˈɪstəl flˈeɪmd, ænd ðə vˈɑːljuːmd θˈʌndɚ ɹˈoʊld; tˈɪz nˈaʊ, ðə hˈɔːɾi ˈædmɜːɹəl kɹˈaɪd, wiːl dɹˈaɪv ðˌɛm ˌaʊɾəv ðɛɹ hˈoʊld! bˌʌt lˈɪɾəl hiː nˈuː, ænd hɪz bɹˈɪɾɪʃ kɹˈuː, hˌaʊ smˈɔːl wʌz ðɛɹ vˈɔːntᵻd pˈaʊɚ, fɔːɹ lˈoʊ, tə ðə ɹˈæmpɑːɹts kɹˈɛst ðɛɹ lˈiːpt ðə dˈɔːntləs mˈæn ʌvðɪ ˈaʊɚ!