text_original: Your hearts are great enough, O few: Only your numbers fail,   New France asks more for conquerors, All glorious though your tale. It was a brave old battle That surged around the fort, When D'Hosta fell in charging, And 'twas deadly strife and short; When in the very quarters They contested face and hand, And many a goodly fellow Crimsoned yon La Prairie sand.
text_transcription: YOUR HEARTS ARE GREAT ENOUGH O FEW ONLY YOUR NUMBERS FAIL NEW FRANCE ASKS MORE FOR CONQUERORS ALL GLORIOUS ARE YOUR TALE IT WAS A BRAVE OLD BATTLE THAT SURGED AROUND THE FORT WHEN DE HOSTA FELL IN CHARGING AND WAS DEVILISH DEADLY STRIFE IN SHORT WHEN IN THE VERY QUARTERS THEY CONTESTED FACE IN HAND AND MANY A GOODLY FELLOW CRIMSON YON LAW PRAIRIE SAND
phonemes: jʊɹ hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ ɡɹˈeɪt ɪnˈʌf, ˈoʊ fjˈuː: ˈoʊnli jʊɹ nˈʌmbɚz fˈeɪl,   nˈuː fɹˈæns ˈæsks mˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ kˈɑːŋkɚɹɚz, ˈɔːl ɡlˈɔːɹiəs ðˌoʊ jʊɹ tˈeɪl. ɪt wʌzɐ bɹˈeɪv ˈoʊld bˈæɾəl ðæt sˈɜːdʒd ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə fˈɔːɹt, wˌɛn dəhˈɑːstə fˈɛl ɪn tʃˈɑːɹdʒɪŋ, ænd twˈɑːz dˈɛdli stɹˈaɪf ænd ʃˈɔːɹt; wˌɛn ɪnðə vˈɛɹi kwˈɔːɹɾɚz ðeɪ kəntˈɛstᵻd fˈeɪs ænd hˈænd, ænd mˈɛni ɐ ɡˈʊdli fˈɛloʊ kɹˈɪmsənd jˈɑːn lˌæ pɹˈɛɹi sˈænd.