text_original: They loathe the new, they quite detest the present; They revel in a pre Columbian morn; Just dare to say America is pleasant, And die beneath the glances of their scorn.
text_transcription: THEY LOATHE THE NEW THEY QUITE DETEST THE PRESENT THEY REVEL IN A PRE COLUMBIAN MORN JUST DARE TO SAY AMERICA IS PLEASANT AND DIE BENEATH THE GLANCES OF THEIR SCORN
phonemes: ðeɪ lˈoʊð ðə nˈuː, ðeɪ kwˈaɪt dɪtˈɛst ðə pɹˈɛzənt; ðeɪ ɹˈɛvəl ɪn ɐ pɹˈiː kəlˈʌmbiən mˈɔːɹn; dʒˈʌst dˈɛɹ tə sˈeɪ ɐmˈɛɹɪkə ɪz plˈɛzənt, ænd dˈaɪ bᵻnˌiːθ ðə ɡlˈænsᵻz ʌv ðɛɹ skˈɔːɹn.