text_original: Then marched the brave from rocky steep, From mountain river swift and cold; The borders of the stormy deep, The vales where gathered waters sleep, Sent up the strong and bold,   As if the very earth again Grew quick with God's creating breath, And, from the sods of grove and glen, Rose ranks of lion hearted men To battle to the death.
text_transcription: THEN MARCHED THE BRAVE FROM ROCKY STEEP FROM MOUNTAIN RIVER SWIFT AND COLD THE BORDERS OF THE STORMY DEEP THE VALES WERE GATHERED WATER'S SLEEP SENT UP THE STRONG AND BOLD AS IF THE VERY EARTH AGAIN GREW QUICK WITH GOD'S CREATING BREATH AND FROM THE SODS OF GROVE AND GLEN ROSE RANKS OF LION HEARTED MEN TO THE BATTLE OF DEATH
phonemes: ðˈɛn mˈɑːɹtʃt ðə bɹˈeɪv fɹʌm ɹˈɑːki stˈiːp, fɹʌm mˈaʊntɪn ɹˈɪvɚ swˈɪft ænd kˈoʊld; ðə bˈɔːɹdɚz ʌvðə stˈɔːɹmi dˈiːp, ðə vˈeɪlz wˌɛɹ ɡˈæðɚd wˈɔːɾɚz slˈiːp, sˈɛnt ˌʌp ðə stɹˈɔŋ ænd bˈoʊld,   æz ɪf ðə vˈɛɹi ˈɜːθ ɐɡˈɛn ɡɹˈuː kwˈɪk wɪð ɡˈɑːdz kɹiːˈeɪɾɪŋ bɹˈɛθ, ænd, fɹʌmðə sˈɑːdz ʌv ɡɹˈoʊv ænd ɡlˈɛn, ɹˈoʊz ɹˈæŋks ʌv lˈaɪən hˈɑːɹɾᵻd mˈɛn tə bˈæɾəl tə ðə dˈɛθ.