text_original: But oh! to hear the doleful cries Of people running for their lives! Women, with children in their arms, Running away to the farms! With all their firing and their skill They did not any person kill; Neither was any person hurt But the Reverend Parson Burt.
text_transcription: BUT OH TO HEAR THE DOLEFUL CRIES OF PEOPLE RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES WOMEN WITH CHILDREN IN THEIR ARMS RUNNING AWAY TO THE FARMS WITH ALL THEIR FIRING AND THEIR SKILL THEY DID NOT ANY PERSON KILL NEITHER WAS ANY PERSON HURT BUT THE REVEREND PARSON BURNT
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈoʊ! tə hˈɪɹ ðə dˈoʊlfəl kɹˈaɪz ʌv pˈiːpəl ɹˈʌnɪŋ fɔːɹ ðɛɹ lˈaɪvz! wˈɪmɪn, wɪð tʃˈɪldɹən ɪn ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹmz, ɹˈʌnɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ tə ðə fˈɑːɹmz! wɪð ˈɔːl ðɛɹ fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ ænd ðɛɹ skˈɪl ðeɪ dɪdnˌɑːt ˌɛni pˈɜːsən kˈɪl; nˈiːðɚ wʌz ˌɛni pˈɜːsən hˈɜːt bˌʌt ðə ɹˈɛvɚɹˌɛnd pˈɑːɹsən bˈɜːt.