text_original: "Our eighteen guns, each a nine pounder, Soon shall terrify this foe; We shall maul her, we shall wound her, Bringing rebel colors low."   While he thus anticipated Conquests that he could not gain, He in the Cape May channel waited For the ship that caused his pain.
text_transcription: OUR EIGHTEEN GUNS EACH A NINE POUNDER SOON SHALL TERRIFY THIS FOE WE SHALL MAUL HER WE SHALL WOUND HER BRINGING REBEL COLOURS LOW WHILE THUS HE ANTICIPATED CONQUESTS THAT HE COULD NOT GAIN HE IN THE CAPE MAY CHANNEL WAITED FOR THE SHIP THAT CAUSED HIS PAIN
phonemes: "ˌaʊɚɹ ˈeɪtiːn ɡˈʌnz, ˈiːtʃ ɐ nˈaɪn pˈaʊndɚ, sˈuːn ʃˌæl tˈɛɹᵻfˌaɪ ðɪs fˈoʊ; wiːʃˌɐl mˈɔːl hɜː, wiːʃˌɐl wˈuːnd hɜː, bɹˈɪŋɪŋ ɹˈɛbəl kˈʌlɚz lˈoʊ."   wˌaɪl hiː ðˈʌs æntˈɪsᵻpˌeɪɾᵻd kˈɑːŋkwɛsts ðæt hiː kʊd nˌɑːt ɡˈeɪn, hiː ɪnðə kˈeɪp mˈeɪ tʃˈænəl wˈeɪɾᵻd fɚðə ʃˈɪp ðæt kˈɔːzd hɪz pˈeɪn.