text_original: Ah, despot, hoary and old ! Your fetters are strong and cold, But stronger the slender slaves they bind, and they shall conquer thee. MUTINY 67 A little longer still You may urge your cruel will, Then the dungeon doors shall open wide and the pris  oners go free.
text_transcription: AH DESPERATE HOARY AND OLD YOUR FETTERS ARE STRONG AND COLD BUT STRONGER THE SLENDER SLAVES THEY BIND AND THEY SHALL CONQUER THEE A LITTLE LONGER STILL YOU MAY URGE YOUR CRUEL WILL THEN THE DUNGEON DOORS SHALL OPEN WIDE AND THE PRISONERS GO FREE
phonemes: ˈɑː, dˈɛspɑːt, hˈɔːɹi ænd ˈoʊld ! jʊɹ fˈɛɾɚz ɑːɹ stɹˈɔŋ ænd kˈoʊld, bˌʌt stɹˈɔŋɡɚ ðə slˈɛndɚ slˈeɪvz ðeɪ bˈaɪnd, ænd ðeɪ ʃˌæl kˈɑːŋkɚ ðˈiː. mjˈuːtɪni sˈɪksti sˈɛvən ɐ lˈɪɾəl lˈɔŋɡɚ stˈɪl juː mˈeɪ ˈɜːdʒ jʊɹ kɹˈuːəl wˈɪl, ðˈɛn ðə dˈʌndʒən dˈɔːɹz ʃˌæl ˈoʊpən wˈaɪd ænd ðə pɹˈɪs ˈoʊnəɚz ɡˌoʊ fɹˈiː.