text_original: THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE [1691] That was a brave old epoch, Our age of chivalry, When the Briton met the Frenchman At the fight of La Prairie; And the manhood of New England, And the Netherlanders true And Mohawks sworn, gave battle To the Bourbon's lilied blue. That was a brave old governor Who gathered his array, And stood to meet, he knew not what, On that alarming day. Eight hundred, amid rumors vast That filled the wild wood's gloom, With all New England's flower of youth, Fierce for New France's doom.
text_transcription: THE BATTLE OF LA PARIE SIXTEEN NINETY ONE THAT WAS A BRAVE OLD EPOCH OUR AGE OF CHIVALRY WHEN THE BRITON MET THE FRENCHMAN AT THE LIGHT FIGHT OF LA PERI AND THE MANHOOD OF NEW ENGLAND AND THE NETHERLANDERS TRUE AND THE MOHAWKSMEN GAVE BATTLE TO THE BOURBON'S LILY BLUE THAT WAS A BRAVIL GOVERNOR WHO GATHERED HIS ARRAY AND STOOD TO MEET HE KNEW NOT WHAT ON THAT ALARMING DAY A HUNDRED AMID RUMOURS VAST THAT FILLED THE WILWOOD SLOOM WITH ALL NEW ENGLAND'S FLOWER OF YOUTH FIERCE FOR NEW FRANCE'S DOOM
phonemes: ðə bˈæɾəl ʌv ˌɛlˈeɪ pɹˈɛɹi [wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɪkshˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti wˈʌn] ðæt wʌzɐ bɹˈeɪv ˈoʊld ˈɛpɑːk, ˌaʊɚɹ ˈeɪdʒ ʌv ʃˈɪvəlɹi, wˌɛn ðə bɹˈɪtən mˈɛt ðə fɹˈɛntʃmən æt ðə fˈaɪt ʌv lˌæ pɹˈɛɹi; ænd ðə mˈænhʊd ʌv nˈuː ˈɪŋɡlənd, ænd ðə nˈɛðɚləndɚz tɹˈuː ænd mˈoʊhɔːks swˈɔːɹn, ɡˈeɪv bˈæɾəl tə ðə bˈɜːbənz lˈɪlid blˈuː. ðæt wʌzɐ bɹˈeɪv ˈoʊld ɡˈʌvɚnɚ hˌuː ɡˈæðɚd hɪz ɚɹˈeɪ, ænd stˈʊd tə mˈiːt, hiː nˈuː nˌɑːt wˈʌt, ˌɔn ðæt ɐlˈɑːɹmɪŋ dˈeɪ. ˈeɪt hˈʌndɹɪd, ɐmˈɪd ɹˈuːmɚz vˈæst ðæt fˈɪld ðə wˈaɪld wˈʊdz ɡlˈuːm, wɪð ˈɔːl nˈuː ˈɪŋɡləndz flˈaʊɚɹ ʌv jˈuːθ, fˈɪɹs fɔːɹ nˈuː fɹˈænsᵻz dˈuːm.