text_original: Murdered, some said, while imploring for quarter   A dastardly deed, if the thing had been true   Cruel our foes, but in that thing we wronged them, And let us in all give the demon his due. Gallant Hugh Mercer fell sturdily fighting, So long as his right arm his sabre could wield, Stretching his enemies bleeding around him, And then, overpowered, fell prone on the field.
text_transcription: MURDERED SOME SAID WHILE IMPLORING FOR QUARTER A DASTARDLY DEED IF THE THING HAD BEEN TRUE CRUEL ARE FOES BUT IN THAT THING WE WRONGED THEM AND LET US IN ALL GIVE THE DEMON HIS DUE SO LONG AS HIS RIGHT ARM HIS SABRE WOULD WIELD STRETCHING HIS ENEMIES BLEEDING AROUND HIM AND THEN OVERPOWERED FELL PRONE ON THE FIELD
phonemes: mˈɜːdɚd, sˌʌm sˈɛd, wˌaɪl ɪmplˈɔːɹɪŋ fɔːɹ kwˈɔːɹɾɚɹ ɐ dˈæstɚdli dˈiːd, ɪf ðə θˈɪŋ hɐdbɪn tɹˈuː kɹˈuːəl ˌaʊɚ fˈoʊz, bˌʌt ɪn ðæt θˈɪŋ wiː ɹˈɔŋd ðˌɛm, ænd lˈɛt ˌʌs ɪn ˈɔːl ɡˈɪv ðə dˈiːmən hɪz dˈuː. ɡˈælənt hjˈuː mˈɜːsɚ fˈɛl stˈɜːdili fˈaɪɾɪŋ, sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ æz hɪz ɹˈaɪt ˈɑːɹm hɪz sˈeɪbɚ kʊd wˈiːld, stɹˈɛtʃɪŋ hɪz ˈɛnəmiz blˈiːdɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm, ænd ðˈɛn, ˌoʊvɚpˈaʊɚd, fˈɛl pɹˈoʊn ɔnðə fˈiːld.