text_original: Marching by Sandtown, and Quaker Bridge crossing, We passed Stony Creek a full hour before dawn, Leaving there Mercer with one scant battalion Our foes to amuse, should they find we were gone; Then the main force pushed its way into Princeton, All ready to strike those who dreamed of no blow; Only a chance that we lost not our labor, And slipped through our fingers, unknowing, the foe.
text_transcription: MARCHING BY SANDOWN AND QUAKER BRIDGE CROSSING WE PASSED STONY CREEK A FULL HOUR BEFORE DAWN LEAVING THEIR MERCER WITH ONE SCANT BATTALION OUR FOES TO AMUSE SHOULD THEY FIND WE WERE GONE THEN THE MAIN FORCE PUSHED ITS WAY INTO PRINCETON ALL READY TO STRIKE THOSE WHO DREAMED OF NO BLOW ONLY A CHANCE THAT WE LOST NOT OUR LABOR AND SLIPPED THROUGH OUR FINGERS UNKNOWING THE FOE
phonemes: mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ baɪ sˈændtaʊn, ænd kwˈeɪkɚ bɹˈɪdʒ kɹˈɔsɪŋ, wiː pˈæst stˈoʊni kɹˈiːk ɐ fˈʊl ˈaʊɚ bᵻfˌɔːɹ dˈɔːn, lˈiːvɪŋ ðɛɹ mˈɜːsɚ wɪð wˈʌn skˈænt bɐtˈæliən ˌaʊɚ fˈoʊz tʊ ɐmjˈuːz, ʃˌʊd ðeɪ fˈaɪnd wiː wɜː ɡˈɔn; ðˈɛn ðə mˈeɪn fˈɔːɹs pˈʊʃt ɪts wˈeɪ ˌɪntʊ pɹˈɪnstən, ˈɔːl ɹˈɛdi tə stɹˈaɪk ðoʊz hˌuː dɹˈiːmd ʌv nˈoʊ blˈoʊ; ˈoʊnli ɐ tʃˈæns ðæt wiː lˈɔst nˌɑːt ˌaʊɚ lˈeɪbɚ, ænd slˈɪpt θɹuː ˌaʊɚ fˈɪŋɡɚz, ʌnnˈoʊɪŋ, ðə fˈoʊ.