text_original: In silent march we passed the night, Each soldier panting for the fight, Though quite benumbed with frost. Greene on the left at six began, The right was led by Sullivan Who ne'er a moment lost.
text_transcription: IN SILENT MARCH WE PASSED THE NIGHT EACH SOLDIER PANTING FOR THE FIGHT THOUGH QUITE BENUMBED WITH FROST GREEN ON THE LEFT AT SIX BEGAN THE RIGHT WAS LED BY SULLIVAN WHO NE'ER A MOMENT LOST
phonemes: ɪn sˈaɪlənt mˈɑːɹtʃ wiː pˈæst ðə nˈaɪt, ˈiːtʃ sˈoʊldʒɚ pˈæntɪŋ fɚðə fˈaɪt, ðˌoʊ kwˈaɪt bᵻnˈʌmd wɪð fɹˈɔst. ɡɹˈiːn ɔnðə lˈɛft æt sˈɪks bɪɡˈæn, ðə ɹˈaɪt wʌz lˈɛd baɪ sˈʌlɪvən hˌuː nˈɛɹ ɐ mˈoʊmənt lˈɔst.