text_original: Two ways were left them by which to assail us, And neither was perfectly to their desire   One was the bridge we controlled by our cannon, The other the ford that was under our fire. "Death upon one side, and Dismal on t' other," Said Sambo, our cook, as he gazed on our foes: Cheering and dauntless they marched to the battle, And, doubtful of choice, both the dangers they chose.
text_transcription: TWO WAYS WERE LEFT THEM BY WHICH TO ASSAIL US AND NEITHER WAS PERFECTLY TO THEIR DESIRE ONE WAS THE BRIDGE WE CONTROLLED BY OUR CANNON THE OTHER THE FORD THAT WAS UNDER OUR FIRE DEATH UPON ONE SIDE AND DISMAL ON THE OTHER SAID SAMBO OUR COOK AS HE GAZED ON OUR FOES CHEERING AND DAUNTLESS THEY MARCHED TO THE BATTLE AND DOUBTFUL OF CHOICE BOTH THE DANGERS THEY CHOSE
phonemes: tˈuː wˈeɪz wɜː lˈɛft ðˌɛm baɪ wˌɪtʃ tʊ ɐsˈeɪl ˌʌs, ænd nˈiːðɚ wʌz pˈɜːfɛktli tə ðɛɹ dɪzˈaɪɚ wˈʌn wʌzðə bɹˈɪdʒ wiː kəntɹˈoʊld baɪ ˌaʊɚ kˈænən, ðɪ ˈʌðɚ ðə fˈɔːɹd ðæt wʌz ˌʌndɚɹ ˌaʊɚ fˈaɪɚ. "dˈɛθ əpˌɑːn wˈʌn sˈaɪd, ænd dˈɪzməl ˌɔn tˈiː ˈʌðɚ," sˈɛd sˈæmboʊ, ˌaʊɚ kˈʊk, æz hiː ɡˈeɪzd ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ fˈoʊz: tʃˈɪɹɪŋ ænd dˈɔːntləs ðeɪ mˈɑːɹtʃt tə ðə bˈæɾəl, ænd, dˈaʊtfəl ʌv tʃˈɔɪs, bˈoʊθ ðə dˈeɪndʒɚz ðeɪ tʃˈoʊz.