text_original: Well I remember the days we waited with leaden hearts for the men of war to come up from the English turn; and I can see now the cannon frowning from the ports, the grim spars, the high poops crowded with officers, the great anchors splashing the yellow water. I can hear the chains running. The ships were in line of battle before the town, their flying bridges swung to the levee, and they loomed above us like towering fortresses.
text_transcription: WELL I REMEMBER THE DAYS WE WAITED WITH THE LEADEN HEARTS FOR THE MEN OF WAR TO COME UP FROM THE ENGLISH TURN AND I CAN SEE NOW THE CANNON FROWNING FROM THE PORTS THE GRIM SPARS THE HIGH POOPS CROWDED WITH OFFICERS THE GREAT ANCHORS SPLASHING THE YELLOW WATER I CAN HEAR THE CHANGE RUNNING THE SHIPS WERE IN LINE OF BATTLE BEFORE THE TOWN THEIR FLYING BRIDGES SWUNG TO THE LEVEE AND THEY LOOMED ABOVE US LIKE TOWERING FORTRESSES
phonemes: wˈɛl aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðə dˈeɪz wiː wˈeɪɾᵻd wɪð lˈɛdən hˈɑːɹts fɚðə mˈɛn ʌv wˈɔːɹ tə kˈʌm ˌʌp fɹʌmðɪ ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ tˈɜːn; ænd aɪ kæn sˈiː nˈaʊ ðə kˈænən fɹˈaʊnɪŋ fɹʌmðə pˈɔːɹts, ðə ɡɹˈɪm spˈɑːɹz, ðə hˈaɪ pˈuːps kɹˈaʊdᵻd wɪð ˈɑːfɪsɚz, ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ˈæŋkɚz splˈæʃɪŋ ðə jˈɛloʊ wˈɔːɾɚ. aɪ kæn hˈɪɹ ðə tʃˈeɪnz ɹˈʌnɪŋ. ðə ʃˈɪps wɜːɹ ɪn lˈaɪn ʌv bˈæɾəl bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə tˈaʊn, ðɛɹ flˈaɪɪŋ bɹˈɪdʒᵻz swˈʌŋ tə ðə lˈɛviː, ænd ðeɪ lˈuːmd əbˌʌv ˌʌs lˈaɪk tˈaʊɚɹɪŋ fˈɔːɹtɹəsᵻz.