text_original: BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG From dusk till dawn the livelong night She kept the tallow dips alight, And fast her nimble fingers flew To sew the stars upon the blue. With weary eyes and aching head She stitched the stripes of white and red, And when the day came up the stair Complete across a carven chair Hung Betsy's battle flag.
text_transcription: ETSY'S BATTLE FLAG FROM DUSK TILL DAWN THE LIVELONG NIGHT SHE KEPT THE TALLOW DIPS ALIGHT AND FAST HER NIMBLE FINGERS FLEW TO SOW THE STARS UPON THE BLUE WITH WEARY EYES AND ACHING HEAD SHE STITCHED THE STRIPES OF WHITE AND RED AND WHEN THE DAY CAME UP THE STAIR COMPLETE ACROSS A CARVEN CHAIR HUNG BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG
phonemes: bˈɛtsiz bˈæɾəl flˈæɡ fɹʌm dˈʌsk tˈɪl dˈɔːn ðə lˈaɪvlɔŋ nˈaɪt ʃiː kˈɛpt ðə tˈæloʊ dˈɪps ɐlˈaɪt, ænd fˈæst hɜː nˈɪmbəl fˈɪŋɡɚz flˈuː tə sˈoʊ ðə stˈɑːɹz əpˌɑːn ðə blˈuː. wɪð wˈɪɹi ˈaɪz ænd ˈeɪkɪŋ hˈɛd ʃiː stˈɪtʃt ðə stɹˈaɪps ʌv wˈaɪt ænd ɹˈɛd, ænd wɛn ðə dˈeɪ kˈeɪm ˌʌp ðə stˈɛɹ kəmplˈiːt əkɹˌɑːs ɐ kˈɑːɹvən tʃˈɛɹ hˈʌŋ bˈɛtsiz bˈæɾəl flˈæɡ.