text_original: Say, what availed your patron saints, Iago and Saint Marc, Lanceros, Adelantados, against Ravenau's barque? O butchers of good Jean Ribault, well might your cheeks turn pale When Montebaro's brigantine shook to the wind her sail!
text_transcription: SAY WHAT AVAILED YOUR PATRON SAINTS IAGO AND SAINT MARK LANCEROS ADELLANTADOS AGAINST RAVENUOUS BARK OH BUTCHERS OF GOOD JOY BAU WELL MIGHT YOUR CHEEKS TURN PALE WHEN MONTEBARO'S BRIGANTINE SHOOK TO THE WIND HER SAIL
phonemes: sˈeɪ, wˌʌt ɐvˈeɪld jʊɹ pˈeɪtɹən sˈeɪnts, aɪˈeɪɡoʊ ænd sˈeɪnt mˈɑːɹk, lænsˈɛɹoʊz, ɐdˌɛlɐntˈɑːdoʊz, ɐɡˈɛnst ɹˈeɪvnaʊz bˈɑːɹk? ˈoʊ bˈʊtʃɚz ʌv ɡˈʊd dʒˈiːn ɹˈɪbɔlt, wˈɛl mˌaɪt jʊɹ tʃˈiːks tˈɜːn pˈeɪl wɛn mˌɔntɪbˈæɹoʊz bɹˈɪɡɐntˌiːn ʃˈʊk tə ðə wˈɪnd hɜː sˈeɪl!