text_original: 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: 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: 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.