text_original: Women! who shall one day bear Sons to breathe New England air, If ye hear, without a blush, Deeds to make the roused blood rush Like red lava through your veins, For your sisters now in chains,   Answer! are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free?
text_transcription: WOMEN WHO SHALL ONE DAY BEAR SONS TO BREATHE NEW ENGLAND AIR IF YE HEAR WITHOUT A BLUSH DEEDS TO MAKE THE ROUSED BLOOD RUSH LIKE RED LAVA THROUGH YOUR VEINS FOR YOUR SISTERS NOW IN CHAINS ANSWER I A FIT TO BE MOTHERS OF THE BRAVE AND FREE
phonemes: wˈɪmɪn! hˌuː ʃˌæl wˈʌn dˈeɪ bˈɛɹ sˈʌnz tə bɹˈiːð nˈuː ˈɪŋɡlənd ˈɛɹ, ɪf jiː hˈɪɹ, wɪðˌaʊt ɐ blˈʌʃ, dˈiːdz tə mˌeɪk ðə ɹˈaʊzd blˈʌd ɹˈʌʃ lˈaɪk ɹˈɛd lˈɑːvə θɹuː jʊɹ vˈeɪnz, fɔːɹ jʊɹ sˈɪstɚz nˈaʊ ɪn tʃˈeɪnz,   ˈænsɚ! ɑːɹ jiː fˈɪt təbi mˈʌðɚz ʌvðə bɹˈeɪv ænd fɹˈiː?