text_original: Aye, struggle against the chain, And shake your strong limbs free, O riderless steeds of the flying mane, The cavalry of the sea ! The caverns along the shore That bristle with spear and lance, Shudder and shrink with the trample and roar, The thunder of your advance.
text_transcription: AY STRUGGLE AGAINST THE CHAIN AND SHAKE YOUR STRONG LIMBS FREE O RIDERLESS STEEDS OF THE FLYING MAIN THE CAVALRY OF THE SEA THE CAVERNS ALONG THE SHORE THAT BRISTLE WITH SPEAR AND LANCE SHUDDER AND SHRINK WITH THE TRAMPLE AND ROAR THE THUNDER OF YOUR ADVANCE
phonemes: ˈaɪ, stɹˈʌɡəl ɐɡˈɛnst ðə tʃˈeɪn, ænd ʃˈeɪk jʊɹ stɹˈɔŋ lˈɪmz fɹˈiː, ˈoʊ ɹˈaɪdɚləs stˈiːdz ʌvðə flˈaɪɪŋ mˈeɪn, ðə kˈævəlɹi ʌvðə sˈiː ! ðə kˈævɚnz ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ʃˈɔːɹ ðæt bɹˈɪsəl wɪð spˈɪɹ ænd lˈæns, ʃˈʌdɚɹ ænd ʃɹˈɪŋk wɪððə tɹˈæmpəl ænd ɹˈɔːɹ, ðə θˈʌndɚɹ ʌv jʊɹ ɐdvˈæns.