text_original: The wife, whose babe first smiled that day The fair fond bride of yestereve, And aged sire and matron gray, Saw the loved warriors haste away, And deemed it sin to grieve. Already had the strife begun; Already blood, on Concord's plain, Along the springing grass had run, And blood had flowed at Lexington, Like brooks of April rain.
text_transcription: THE WIFE WHOSE FIRST BABE SMILED THAT DAY THE FAIR FOND BRIDE OF YESTER EVE AND AGED SIRE AND MATRON GREY SAW THE LOVED WARRIORS HASTE AWAY AND DEEMED IT SIN TO GRIEVE ALREADY HAD THE STRIFE BEGUN ALREADY BLOOD ON CONCORD'S PLAIN ALONG THE SPRINGING GRASS HAD RUN AND BLOOD HAD FLOWED AT LEXINGTON LIKE BROOKS OF APRIL RAIN
phonemes: ðə wˈaɪf, hˌuːz bˈeɪb fˈɜːst smˈaɪld ðæt dˈeɪ ðə fˈɛɹ fˈɑːnd bɹˈaɪd ʌv jˈɛstɚɹˌɛv, ænd ˈeɪdʒd sˈaɪɚ ænd mˈeɪtɹən ɡɹˈeɪ, sˈɔː ðə lˈʌvd wˈɔːɹɪɚz hˈeɪst ɐwˈeɪ, ænd dˈiːmd ɪt sˈɪn tə ɡɹˈiːv. ɔːlɹˌɛdi hæd ðə stɹˈaɪf bɪɡˈʌn; ɔːlɹˌɛdi blˈʌd, ˌɔn kəŋkˈɔːɹdz plˈeɪn, ɐlˈɔŋ ðə spɹˈɪŋɪŋ ɡɹˈæs hæd ɹˈʌn, ænd blˈʌd hæd flˈoʊd æt lˈɛksɪŋtən, lˈaɪk bɹˈʊks ʌv ˈeɪpɹəl ɹˈeɪn.