text_original: The sun rose on that 25th of February, and the mud melted, and one of our companies drew up on each side of the gate. Downward slid the lion of England, the garrison drums beat a dirge, and the Hair Buyer marched out at the head of his motley troops.
text_transcription: THE SUN ROSE ON THAT TWENTY FIFTH OF FEBRUARY AND THE MUD MELTED AND ONE OF OUR COMPANIES DREW UP ON EACH SIDE OF THE GATE DOWNWARD SLID THE LION OF ENGLAND THE GARRISON DRUMS BEAT A DIRGE AND THE HAREBIER MARCHED OUT AT THE HEAD OF HIS MOTLEY TROOPS
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn ɹˈoʊz ˌɔn ðæt twˈɛnti fˈɪfθ ʌv fˈɛbɹuːˌɛɹi, ænd ðə mˈʌd mˈɛltᵻd, ænd wˈʌn ʌv ˌaʊɚ kˈʌmpəniz dɹˈuː ˌʌp ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ sˈaɪd ʌvðə ɡˈeɪt. dˈaʊnwɚd slˈɪd ðə lˈaɪən ʌv ˈɪŋɡlənd, ðə ɡˈæɹɪsən dɹˈʌmz bˈiːt ɐ dˈɜːdʒ, ænd ðə hˈɛɹ bˈaɪɚ mˈɑːɹtʃt ˈaʊt æt ðə hˈɛd ʌv hɪz mˈɑːtli tɹˈuːps.