text_original: There was an uproar, a deeper voice chimed in, and here was McAndrew flinging his legs with mine:   "I've faught on land, I've faught at sea, At hame I faught my aunty, O; But I met the deevil and Dundee On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O. An' ye had been where I had been, Ye wad na be sae cantie, O; An' ye had seen what I ha'e seen, On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O."
text_transcription: THERE WAS AN UPROAR A DEEPER VOICE CHIMED IN AND HERE WAS MECHAN FLINGING HIS LEGS WITH MINE I FOUGHT ON LAND I FOUGHT ON SEA AT HOME I FOUGHT ME ATTIO BUT I MET THE DEVIL AND DUNDEE ON THE BRICE OF KILLY CRACHIOU AN YE HAD BEEN WHERE I HAD BEEN YER WOULD NOT BE SO CONTIO AND YED HAD SEEN WHAT I HAD SEEN ON THE BRIGHTS OF KILLIKANCHIO
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐn ˈʌpɹɔːɹ, ɐ dˈiːpɚ vˈɔɪs tʃˈaɪmd ˈɪn, ænd hˈɪɹ wʌz mək ˈændɹuː flˈɪŋɪŋ hɪz lˈɛɡz wɪð mˈaɪn:   "aɪv fˈɔːt ˌɔn lˈænd, aɪv fˈɔːt æt sˈiː, æt hˈeɪm aɪ fˈɔːt maɪ ˈænti, ˈoʊ; bˌʌt aɪ mˈɛt ðə dˈiːvəl ænd dˈʌndiː ɔnðə bɹˈiːz ˈoʊ kˈɪlaɪkɹˌæŋki, ˈoʊ. æn jiː hɐdbɪn wˈɛɹ aɪ hɐdbɪn, jiː wˈɑːd nˈɑː biː ˌɛsˌeɪˈiː kˈænti, ˈoʊ; æn jiː hæd sˈiːn wʌt aɪ hˈæ sˈiːn, ɔnðə bɹˈiːz ˈoʊ kˈɪlaɪkɹˌæŋki, ˈoʊ."