text_original: Big Bill Cowan, undaunted in war, stared at me with fright written on his face. "And what 'll ye think of it, Davy?" he said. I glanced at the figure of our commander in the boat ahead, and took courage. "It's Hamilton's scalp hanging by a lock," I answered, pointing to what was left of the sun.
text_transcription: BIG BILL COWAN UNDAUNTED IN WAR STARED AT US WITH FRIGHT WRITTEN ON HIS FACE WHAT'LL HE THINK OF IT DAVY HE SAID I GLANCED AT THE FIGURE OF OUR COMMANDER IN THE BOAT AHEAD AND TOOK COURAGE IT'S HAMILTON'S SCALP HANGING BY A LOCK I ANSWERED POINTING TO WHAT WAS LEFT OF THE SUN
phonemes: bˈɪɡ bˈɪl kˈaʊən, ʌndˈɔːntᵻd ɪn wˈɔːɹ, stˈɛɹd æt mˌiː wɪð fɹˈaɪt ɹˈɪʔn̩ ˌɔn hɪz fˈeɪs. "ænd wʌt ˌɛlˈɛl jiː θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪt, dˈeɪvi?" hiː sˈɛd. aɪ ɡlˈænst æt ðə fˈɪɡjɚɹ ʌv ˌaʊɚ kəmˈændɚɹ ɪnðə bˈoʊt ɐhˈɛd, ænd tˈʊk kˈɜːɹɪdʒ. "ɪts hˈæməltənz skˈælp hˈæŋɪŋ baɪ ɐ lˈɑːk," aɪ ˈænsɚd, pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə wʌt wʌz lˈɛft ʌvðə sˈʌn.