text_original: Come, Spaniard, let us from our farms Call forth our cottagers to arms: Our forces let us both unite, Attack the foe at left and right; From Market Hill's[5] exalted head, Full northward let your troops be led; While I from Drapier's Mount descend, And to the south my squadrons bend.
text_transcription: COME SPANIARD LET US FROM OUR FARMS CALL FORTH OUR COTTAGERS TO ARMS OUR FORCES LET US BOTH UNITE ATTACK THE FOE AT LEFT AND RIGHT FROM MARKET HILLS EXALTED HEAD FULL NORTHWARD LET YOUR TROOPS BE LED WHILE I FROM DRAPER'S MOUNT DESCEND AND TO THE SOUTH MY SQUADRONS BEND
phonemes: kˈʌm, spˈænɪɚd, lˈɛt ˌʌs fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ fˈɑːɹmz kˈɔːl fˈɔːɹθ ˌaʊɚ kˈɑːɾɪdʒɚz tʊ ˈɑːɹmz: ˌaʊɚ fˈɔːɹsᵻz lˈɛt ˌʌs bˈoʊθ juːnˈaɪt, ɐtˈæk ðə fˈoʊ æt lˈɛft ænd ɹˈaɪt; fɹʌm mˈɑːɹkɪt hˈɪlz[fˈaɪv] ɛɡzˈɑːltᵻd hˈɛd, fˈʊl nˈɔːɹθwɚd lˈɛt jʊɹ tɹˈuːps biː lˈɛd; wˌaɪl aɪ fɹʌm dɹˈeɪpiɚz mˈaʊnt dᵻsˈɛnd, ænd tə ðə sˈaʊθ maɪ skwˈɑːdɹənz bˈɛnd.