text_original: The parade is dismissed." The next thing I knew I was on Cowan's shoulders, and he was tearing round and round the fort with two companies at his heels. "The divil," said Terence McCann, "he dhrummed us over the wather, an' through the wather; and faix, he would have dhrummed the sculp from Hamilton's head and the Colonel had said the worrd." "By gar!" cried Antoine le Gris, "now he drum us on to Detroit."
text_transcription: THE PARADE IS DISMISSED THE NEXT THING I KNEW I WAS ON COWEN'S SHOULDERS AND HE WAS TEARING ROUND AND ROUND THE FORD WITH TWO COMPANIES AT HIS HEELS THE DEVIL SAID TERENCE MCAN HE DRUMMED US OVER THE WEATHER AND THROUGH THE WEATHER AND FO HE WOULD HAVE DRUMMED THE SCULP FROM HAMILTON'S HEAD AND THE COLONEL HAD SAID THE WORD BAGAR CRIED ANTOINE LA GRYTHES NOW YOU DRUM US ON TO DETROIT
phonemes: ðə pɚɹˈeɪd ɪz dɪsmˈɪst." ðə nˈɛkst θˈɪŋ aɪ nˈuː aɪ wʌz ˌɔn kˈaʊənz ʃˈoʊldɚz, ænd hiː wʌz tˈɛɹɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ænd ɹˈaʊnd ðə fˈɔːɹt wɪð tˈuː kˈʌmpəniz æt hɪz hˈiːlz. "ðə dˈɪvəl," sˈɛd tˈɛɹəns mə kˈæn, "hiː dɹˈʌmd ˌʌs ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɑːthɚ, æn θɹuː ðə wˈɑːthɚ; ænd fˈeɪks, hiː wʊdhɐv dɹˈʌmd ðə skˈʌlp fɹʌm hˈæməltənz hˈɛd ænd ðə kˈɜːnəl hæd sˈɛd ðə wˈʌəd." "baɪ ɡˈɑːɹ!" kɹˈaɪd ˈæntɔɪn lə ɡɹˈɪs, "nˈaʊ hiː dɹˈʌm ˌʌs ˌɔn tə dɪtɹˈɔɪt."