text_original: I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast Sucked in the tyrant hating milk that will not let me rest; And if my words seem treason to the dullard and the tame, 'Tis but my Bay State dialect,  our fathers spake the same!
text_transcription: I FIRST DREW IN NEW ENGLAND'S AIR AND FROM HER HARDY BREAST SUCKED IN THE TYRANTATING MILK THAT WILL NOT LET ME REST AND IF MY WORDS SEEM TREASON TO THE DULLARD AND THE TAME TIS BUT MY BASE DATE DIALECT OUR FATHER SPAKE THE SAME
phonemes: aɪ fˈɜːst dɹˈuː ɪn nˈuː ˈɪŋɡləndz ˈɛɹ, ænd fɹʌm hɜː hˈɑːɹdi bɹˈɛst sˈʌkt ɪnðə tˈaɪɹənt hˈeɪɾɪŋ mˈɪlk ðæt wɪl nˌɑːt lˈɛt mˌiː ɹˈɛst; ænd ɪf maɪ wˈɜːdz sˈiːm tɹˈiːzən tə ðə dˈʌlɑːɹd ænd ðə tˈeɪm, tˈɪz bˌʌt maɪ bˈeɪ stˈeɪt dˈaɪəlɛkt,  ˌaʊɚ fˈɑːðɚz spˈeɪk ðə sˈeɪm!