text_original: It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon.
text_transcription: IT WAS WON BY THE VILLAGE CLOCK WHEN HE GALLOPED INTO LEXINGTON HE SAW THE GILDED WEATHER COCKS SWIM IN THE MOONLIGHT AS HE PASSED AND THE MEETING HOUSE WINDOWS BLANK AND BARE GAZE AT HIM WITH A SPECTRAL GLARE AS IF THEY ALREADY STOOD AGHAST AT THE BLOODY WORK THEY WOULD LOOK UPON
phonemes: ɪt wʌz wˈʌn baɪ ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ klˈɑːk, wˌɛn hiː ɡˈæləpd ˌɪntʊ lˈɛksɪŋtən. hiː sˈɔː ðə ɡˈɪldᵻd wˈɛðɚkˌɑːk swˈɪm ɪnðə mˈuːnlaɪt æz hiː pˈæst, ænd ðə mˈiːɾɪŋ hˈaʊs wˈɪndoʊz, blˈæŋk ænd bˈɛɹ, ɡˈeɪz æt hˌɪm wɪð ɐ spˈɛktɹəl ɡlˈɛɹ, æz ɪf ðeɪ ɔːlɹˌɛdi stˈʊd ɐɡˈæst æt ðə blˈʌdi wˈɜːk ðeɪ wʊd lˈʊk əpˌɑːn.