text_original: Farewell! good man, good angel now! this hand Soon, like thine own, shall lose its cunning, too; Soon shall this soul, like thine, bewildered stand, Then leap to thread the free, unfathomed blue: When that day comes, O, may this hand grow cold, Busy, like thine, for Freedom and the Right; O, may this soul, like thine, be ever bold To face dark Slavery's encroaching blight!
text_transcription: FAREWELL GOOD MAN GOOD ANGEL NOW THIS HAND SOON LIKE THINE OWN SHALL LOSE ITS CUNNING TOO SOON SHALL THIS SOUL LIKE THINE BEWILDERED STAND THEN LEAP TO THREAD THE FREE UNFATHOMED BLUE WHEN THAT DAY COMES OH MAY THIS HAND GROW COLD BUSY LIKE THINE FOR FREEDOM AND DE RIGHT OH MAY THIS SOUL LIKE THINE BE EVER BOLD TO FACE DARK SLAVERY'S ENCROACHING BLIGHT
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl! ɡˈʊd mˈæn, ɡˈʊd ˈeɪndʒəl nˈaʊ! ðɪs hˈænd sˈuːn, lˈaɪk ðaɪn ˈoʊn, ʃˌæl lˈuːz ɪts kˈʌnɪŋ, tˈuː; sˈuːn ʃˌæl ðɪs sˈoʊl, lˈaɪk ðˈaɪn, bᵻwˈɪldɚd stˈænd, ðˈɛn lˈiːp tə θɹˈɛd ðə fɹˈiː, ʌnfˈæðəmd blˈuː: wˌɛn ðæt dˈeɪ kˈʌmz, ˈoʊ, mˈeɪ ðɪs hˈænd ɡɹˈoʊ kˈoʊld, bˈɪzi, lˈaɪk ðˈaɪn, fɔːɹ fɹˈiːdəm ænd ðə ɹˈaɪt; ˈoʊ, mˈeɪ ðɪs sˈoʊl, lˈaɪk ðˈaɪn, biː ˈɛvɚ bˈoʊld tə fˈeɪs dˈɑːɹk slˈeɪvɚɹiz ɛŋkɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ blˈaɪt!