text_original: But see, yon pirate strangling lies, and crushed with splashing heel, While o'er him in an Irish hand there sweeps his Syrian steel; Though virtue sink, and courage fail, and misers yield their store, There 's one hearth well avenged in the sack of Baltimore!
text_transcription: BUT SEE YON PIRATE STRANGLING LIES AND CRUSHED WITH SPLASHING HEEL WHILE OVER HIM IN AN IRISH HAND THERE SWEEPS HIS SYRIAN STEEL THOUGH VIRTUES SINK AND COURAGE FAIL AND MISERS YIELD THEIR STORE THERE'S ONE HEARTH WELL AVENGED IN THE SACK OF BALTY MOOR
phonemes: bˌʌt sˈiː, jˈɑːn pˈaɪɹət stɹˈæŋɡəlɪŋ lˈaɪz, ænd kɹˈʌʃt wɪð splˈæʃɪŋ hˈiːl, wˌaɪl ˈɔːɹ hˌɪm ɪn ɐn ˈaɪɹɪʃ hˈænd ðɛɹ swˈiːps hɪz sˈɪɹiən stˈiːl; ðˌoʊ vˈɜːtʃuː sˈɪŋk, ænd kˈɜːɹɪdʒ fˈeɪl, ænd mˈaɪzɚz jˈiːld ðɛɹ stˈɔːɹ, ðɛɹ ˈɛs wˈʌn hˈɑːɹθ wˈɛl ɐvˈɛndʒd ɪnðə sˈæk ʌv bˈɔltɪmˌɔːɹ!