text_original: So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm,   A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
text_transcription: SO THROUGH THE NIGHT RODE PAUL REVERE AND SO THROUGH THE NIGHT WHEN HIS CRY OF ALARM TO EVERY MIDDLESEX VILLAGE AND FARM A CRY OF DEFIANCE AND NOT OF FEAR A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR AND A WORD THAT SHALL ECHO FOR EVERMORE FOR BORN ON THE NIGHT WIND OF THE PAST THROUGH ALL OUR HISTORY TO THE LAST IN THE HOUR OF DARKNESS AND PERIL AND NEED THE PEOPLE WILL AWAKEN AND LISTEN TO HEAR THE HURRYING HOOFBEATS OF THAT STEED AND THE MINARCH MESSAGE OF PAUL REVERE
phonemes: sˌoʊ θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt ɹˈoʊd pˈɔːl ɹᵻvˈɪɹ; ænd sˌoʊ θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt wɛnt hɪz kɹˈaɪ ʌv ɐlˈɑːɹm tʊ ˈɛvɹi mˈɪdəlsˌɛks vˈɪlɪdʒ ænd fˈɑːɹm,   ɐ kɹˈaɪ ʌv dᵻfˈaɪəns ænd nˌɑːt ʌv fˈɪɹ, ɐ vˈɔɪs ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs, ɐ nˈɑːk æt ðə dˈɔːɹ, ænd ɐ wˈɜːd ðæt ʃˌæl ˈɛkoʊ fɚɹˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ! fɔːɹ, bˈɔːɹn ɔnðə nˈaɪt wˈɪnd ʌvðə pˈæst, θɹuː ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ hˈɪstɚɹi, tə ðə lˈæst, ɪnðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv dˈɑːɹknəs ænd pˈɛɹəl ænd nˈiːd, ðə pˈiːpəl wɪl wˈeɪkən ænd lˈɪsən tə hˈɪɹ ðə hˈɜːɹiɪŋ hˈuːf bˈiːts ʌv ðæt stˈiːd, ænd ðə mˈɪdnaɪt mˈɛsɪdʒ ʌv pˈɔːl ɹᵻvˈɪɹ.