text_original: Twelve hundred servile miscreants, With all their colors, guns, and tents, Were trophies of the day. The frolic o'er, the bright canteen, In centre, front, and rear was seen Driving fatigue away.
text_transcription: TWELVE HUNDRED SERVILE MISCRANS WITH ALL THEIR COLOURS GUNS AND TENTS WERE TROPHIES OF THE DAY THE FROLIC ORE THE BRIGHT CANTEEN IN CENTRE FRONT AND REAR WAS SEEN DRIVING FATIGUE AWAY
phonemes: twˈɛlv hˈʌndɹɪd sˈɜːvaɪl mˈɪskɹiənts, wɪð ˈɔːl ðɛɹ kˈʌlɚz, ɡˈʌnz, ænd tˈɛnts, wɜː tɹˈoʊfiz ʌvðə dˈeɪ. ðə fɹˈɑːlɪk ˈɔːɹ, ðə bɹˈaɪt kæntˈiːn, ɪn sˈɛntɚ, fɹˈʌnt, ænd ɹˈɪɹ wʌz sˈiːn dɹˈaɪvɪŋ fɐtˈiːɡ ɐwˈeɪ.