text_original: How the cannons' thunder rolls along, And shakes the lattice and wall, Oh, Sybil, sweet little Sybil, What if your father should fall? The smoky clouds sweep up from the field And darken the earth and sea, "God save him! God save him!" Wherever he may be.
text_transcription: HOW THE CANNON THUNDER ROLLS ALONG AND SHAKES THE LATTICE AND WALL O SIBYL SWEET LITTLE SYBIL WHAT IF YOUR FATHER SHOULD FALL THE SMOKY CLOUDS SWEEP UP FROM THE FIELD AND DARKEN THE EARTH AND SEA GOD SAVE HIM GOD SAVE HIM WHEREVER HE MAY BE
phonemes: hˌaʊ ðə kˈænənz θˈʌndɚ ɹˈoʊlz ɐlˈɔŋ, ænd ʃˈeɪks ðə lˈæɾɪs ænd wˈɔːl, ˈoʊ, sˈɪbɪl, swˈiːt lˈɪɾəl sˈɪbɪl, wˌʌt ɪf jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚ ʃˌʊd fˈɔːl? ðə smˈoʊki klˈaʊdz swˈiːp ˌʌp fɹʌmðə fˈiːld ænd dˈɑːɹkən ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd sˈiː, "ɡˈɑːd sˈeɪv hˌɪm! ɡˈɑːd sˈeɪv hˌɪm!" wɛɹˈɛvɚ hiː mˈeɪ bˈiː.