text_original: Like shadows in the evening gray The Continentals filed away, With broken boots and ragged coats, But hoarse defiance in their throats; They bore the marks of want and cold, And some were lame and some were old, And some with wounds untended bled, But floating bravely overhead Was Betsy's battle flag.
text_transcription: LIKE SHADOWS IN THE EVENING GREY THE CONTINENTALS FILED AWAY WITH BROKEN BOOTS AND RAGGED COATS BUT HOARSE DEFIANCE IN THEIR THROATS THEY BORE THE MARKS OF WANT AND COLD AND SOME WERE LAME AND SOME WERE OLD AND SOME WITH WOUNDS UNTENDED BLOOD BUT FLOATING BRAVELY OVERHEAD WAS BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG
phonemes: lˈaɪk ʃˈædoʊz ɪnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪ ðə kˌɑːntɪnˈɛntəlz fˈaɪld ɐwˈeɪ, wɪð bɹˈoʊkən bˈuːts ænd ɹˈæɡᵻd kˈoʊts, bˌʌt hˈɔːɹs dᵻfˈaɪəns ɪn ðɛɹ θɹˈoʊts; ðeɪ bˈɔːɹ ðə mˈɑːɹks ʌv wˈɔnt ænd kˈoʊld, ænd sˌʌm wɜː lˈeɪm ænd sˌʌm wɜːɹ ˈoʊld, ænd sˌʌm wɪð wˈuːndz ʌntˈɛndᵻd blˈɛd, bˌʌt flˈoʊɾɪŋ bɹˈeɪvli ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd wʌz bˈɛtsiz bˈæɾəl flˈæɡ.