text_original: Once, when your homes, by war o'erswept, Saw strangers battening on your land, Like any puling fool, I wept! The aged wretch was nourished by their hand.
text_transcription: ONCE WHEN YOUR HOMES BY WAR OVERSWEPT SAW STRANGERS BUTTONING ON YOUR LAND LIKE ANY PEWLING FOOL I WEPT THE AGED WRETCH WAS NOURISHED BY THEIR HAND
phonemes: wˈʌns, wˌɛn jʊɹ hˈoʊmz, baɪ wˈɔːɹ ˈɔːɹswɛpt, sˈɔː stɹˈeɪndʒɚz bˈæʔn̩ɪŋ ˌɔn jʊɹ lˈænd, lˈaɪk ˌɛni pjˈuːlɪŋ fˈuːl, aɪ wˈɛpt! ðɪ ˈeɪdʒd ɹˈɛtʃ wʌz nˈɜːɹɪʃt baɪ ðɛɹ hˈænd.