text_original: "Now go, my boys," shouted Bonnet, "back to your places, every one of you, and fall to your duty; and in honour of that black flag which floats above you, each one of you shall drink a glass of grog."
text_transcription: NOW GO MY BOYS SHOUTED BONNET BACK TO YOUR PLACES EVERY ONE OF YOU AND FALL TO YOUR DUTY AND IN HONOUR OF THAT BLACK FLAG WHICH FLOATS ABOVE YOU EACH ONE OF YOU SHALL DRINK A GLASS OF GROG
phonemes: "nˈaʊ ɡˈoʊ, maɪ bˈɔɪz," ʃˈaʊɾᵻd bˈɑːnɪt, "bˈæk tə jʊɹ plˈeɪsᵻz, ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ʌv juː, ænd fˈɔːl tə jʊɹ dˈuːɾi; ænd ɪn ˈɑːnɚɹ ʌv ðæt blˈæk flˈæɡ wˌɪtʃ flˈoʊts əbˈʌv juː, ˈiːtʃ wˈʌn ʌv juː ʃˌæl dɹˈɪŋk ɐ ɡlˈæs ʌv ɡɹˈɑːɡ."