text_original: 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: 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: ˈeɪt hˈʌndɹɪd, ɐmˈɪd ɹˈuːmɚz vˈæst ðæt fˈɪld ðə wˈaɪld wˈʊdz ɡlˈuːm, wɪð ˈɔːl nˈuː ˈɪŋɡləndz flˈaʊɚɹ ʌv jˈuːθ, fˈɪɹs fɔːɹ nˈuː fɹˈænsᵻz dˈuːm.