text_original: Mawhood's brigade, never feeling its danger, Had started for Trenton at dawn of the day, Crossed Stony Creek, after we had gone over, When Mercer's weak force they beheld on its way; Turning contemptuously back to attack it, They drove it with ease in disorder ahead   Firelocks alone were no match for their cannon   A fight, and then flight, and brave Mercer lay dead.
text_transcription: MOOD'S BRIGADE NEVER FEELING ITS DANGER HAD STARTED FOR TRENTON AT DAWN OF THE DAY CROSSED STONY CREEK AFTER WE HAD GONE OVER WHEN MERCER'S WEAK FORCE THEY BEHELD ON ITS WAY TURNING CONTEMPTUOUSLY BACK TO ATTACK IT THEY DROVE IT WITH EASE IN DISORDER AHEAD FIRELOCKS ALONE WERE NO MATCH FOR THEIR CANNON A FIGHT AND THEN FLIGHT AND BRAVE MERCER LAY DEAD
phonemes: mˈɔːhʊdz bɹɪɡˈeɪd, nˈɛvɚ fˈiːlɪŋ ɪts dˈeɪndʒɚ, hæd stˈɑːɹɾᵻd fɔːɹ tɹˈɛntən æt dˈɔːn ʌvðə dˈeɪ, kɹˈɔst stˈoʊni kɹˈiːk, ˈæftɚ wiː hæd ɡɔn ˈoʊvɚ, wˌɛn mˈɜːsɚz wˈiːk fˈɔːɹs ðeɪ bᵻhˈɛld ˌɔn ɪts wˈeɪ; tˈɜːnɪŋ kəntˈɛmptʃuːəsli bˈæk tʊ ɐtˈæk ɪt, ðeɪ dɹˈoʊv ɪt wɪð ˈiːz ɪn dɪsˈɔːɹdɚɹ ɐhˈɛd fˈaɪɚlɑːks ɐlˈoʊn wɜː nˈoʊ mˈætʃ fɔːɹ ðɛɹ kˈænən ɐ fˈaɪt, ænd ðˈɛn flˈaɪt, ænd bɹˈeɪv mˈɜːsɚ lˈeɪ dˈɛd.