text_original: Bravely we marched out of the gate and into the church for Father Gibault's blessing. And then, forming once more, we filed away on the road leading northward to the ferry, our colors flying, leaving the weeping, cheering crowd behind.
text_transcription: BRAVELY WE MARCHED OUT OF THE GATE AND INTO THE CHURCH FOR FATHER GABANT'S BLESSING AND THEN FORMING ONCE MORE WE FILED AWAY ON THE ROAD LEADING NORTHWARD TO THE FERRY OUR COLORS FLYING LEAVING THE WEEPING CHEERING CROWD BEHIND
phonemes: bɹˈeɪvli wiː mˈɑːɹtʃt ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɡˈeɪt ænd ˌɪntʊ ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ fɔːɹ fˈɑːðɚ dʒˈɪbɔlts blˈɛsɪŋ. ænd ðˈɛn, fˈɔːɹmɪŋ wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, wiː fˈaɪld ɐwˈeɪ ɔnðə ɹˈoʊd lˈiːdɪŋ nˈɔːɹθwɚd tə ðə fˈɛɹi, ˌaʊɚ kˈʌlɚz flˈaɪɪŋ, lˈiːvɪŋ ðə wˈiːpɪŋ, tʃˈɪɹɪŋ kɹˈaʊd bᵻhˈaɪnd.