text_original: Your voices then much deeper grown, Shall tell to children, then your own, How Wodehouse and his noble dame 'Midst shouts of infant welcome came; How ranged like soldiers on the green You sang "GOD SAVE OUR GRACIOUS QUEEN."
text_transcription: YOUR VOICES THEN MUCH DEEPER GROWN SHALL TELL TO CHILDREN THAN YOUR OWN HOW WOE AND HIS NOBLE DAME MIDST SHOUTS OF INFANT WELCOME CAME HOW RANGED LIKE SOLDIERS ON THE GREEN YOU SANG GOD SAVE OUR GRACIOUS QUEEN
phonemes: jʊɹ vˈɔɪsᵻz ðˈɛn mˈʌtʃ dˈiːpɚ ɡɹˈoʊn, ʃˌæl tˈɛl tə tʃˈɪldɹən, ðˈɛn jʊɹ ˈoʊn, hˌaʊ wˈoʊdhaʊs ænd hɪz nˈoʊbəl dˈeɪm mˈɪdst ʃˈaʊts ʌv ˈɪnfənt wˈɛlkʌm kˈeɪm; hˌaʊ ɹˈeɪndʒd lˈaɪk sˈoʊldʒɚz ɔnðə ɡɹˈiːn juː sˈæŋ "ɡˈɑːd sˈeɪv ˌaʊɚ ɡɹˈeɪʃəs kwˈiːn."