text_original: And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled,   How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm yard wall, Chasing the red coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
text_transcription: AND ONE WAS SAFE AND ASLEEP IN HIS BED TWO AT THE BRIDGE WOULD BE FIRST TO FALL WHO AT THAT DAY WOULD BE LYING DEAD PIERCED BY A BRITISH MUSKETFALL YOU KNOW THE REST IN BOOKS YOU HAVE READ HOW THE BRITISH REGULARS FIRED AND FLED HOW THE FARMERS GAVE THEM BALL FOR BALL FROM BEHIND EACH FENCE AND FARMYARD WALL CHASING THE RED COATS DOWN THE LANE THEN CROSSING THE FIELDS TO EMERGE AGAIN UNDER THE TREES AT THE TURN OF THE ROAD AND ONLY PAUSING TO FIRE AND LOAD
phonemes: ænd wˈʌn wʌz sˈeɪf ænd ɐslˈiːp ɪn hɪz bˈɛd hˌuː æt ðə bɹˈɪdʒ wʊd biː fˈɜːst tə fˈɔːl, hˌuː ðæt dˈeɪ wʊd biː lˈaɪɪŋ dˈɛd, pˈɪɹst baɪ ɐ bɹˈɪɾɪʃ mˈʌskɪt bˈɔːl. juː nˈoʊ ðə ɹˈɛst. ɪnðə bˈʊks juː hæv ɹˈɛd, hˌaʊ ðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ ɹˈɛɡjʊlɚz fˈaɪɚd ænd flˈɛd,   hˌaʊ ðə fˈɑːɹmɚz ɡˈeɪv ðˌɛm bˈɔːl fɔːɹ bˈɔːl, fɹʌm bᵻhˌaɪnd ˈiːtʃ fˈɛns ænd fˈɑːɹm jˈɑːɹd wˈɔːl, tʃˈeɪsɪŋ ðə ɹˈɛd kˈoʊts dˌaʊn ðə lˈeɪn, ðˈɛn kɹˈɔsɪŋ ðə fˈiːldz tʊ ɪmˈɜːdʒ ɐɡˈɛn ˌʌndɚ ðə tɹˈiːz æt ðə tˈɜːn ʌvðə ɹˈoʊd, ænd ˈoʊnli pˈɔːzɪŋ tə fˈaɪɚ ænd lˈoʊd.