text_original: If wine's brought or victuals drest, One enjoys them for the rest. Pierce us all with wounding steel, One for all of us will feel. Though ten thousand cannons roar, Add to them ten thousand more, Yet but one of us is found Who regards the dreadful sound.
text_transcription: IF WINES BROUGHT OR VICTUALS DREST ONE ENJOYS THEM FOR THE REST PIERCE US ALL WITH WOUNDING STEEL ONE FOR ALL OF US WILL FEEL THOUGH TEN THOUSAND CANNONS ROAR ADD TO THEM TEN THOUSAND MORE YET BUT ONE OF US IS FOUND WHO REGARDS THE DREADFUL SOUND
phonemes: ɪf wˈaɪnz bɹˈɔːt ɔːɹ vˈɪktʃuːəlz dɹˈɛst, wˈʌn ɛndʒˈɔɪz ðˌɛm fɚðə ɹˈɛst. pˈɪɹs ˌʌs ˈɔːl wɪð wˈuːndɪŋ stˈiːl, wˈʌn fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ʌv ˌʌs wɪl fˈiːl. ðˌoʊ tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd kˈænənz ɹˈɔːɹ, ˈæd tə ðˌɛm tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd mˈɔːɹ, jˈɛt bˌʌt wˈʌn ʌv ˌʌs ɪz fˈaʊnd hˌuː ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdz ðə dɹˈɛdfəl sˈaʊnd.