text_original: Some men were chose to meet this flag, Our colonel was the chief, Who soon returned and in his mouth He brought an olive leaf. This olive leaf was granted life, But then we must no more Pretend to fight with Britain's king, Until the wars are o'er.
text_transcription: SOME MEN WERE CHOSEN TO MEET THIS FLAG OUR COLONEL WAS THE CHIEF WHO SOON RETURNED AND IN HIS MOUTH HE BROUGHT AN OLIVE LEAF THIS OLIVE LEAF WAS GRANTED LIFE BUT THEN WE MUST NO MORE PRETEND TO FIGHT WITH BRITAIN'S KING UNTIL THE WARS ARE O'ER
phonemes: sˌʌm mˈɛn wɜː tʃˈoʊz tə mˈiːt ðɪs flˈæɡ, ˌaʊɚ kˈɜːnəl wʌzðə tʃˈiːf, hˌuː sˈuːn ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ænd ɪn hɪz mˈaʊθ hiː bɹˈɔːt ɐn ˈɑːlɪv lˈiːf. ðɪs ˈɑːlɪv lˈiːf wʌz ɡɹˈæntᵻd lˈaɪf, bˌʌt ðˈɛn wiː mˈʌst nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ pɹɪtˈɛnd tə fˈaɪt wɪð bɹˈɪtənz kˈɪŋ, ʌntˈɪl ðə wˈɔːɹz ɑːɹ ˈɔːɹ.