text_original: On they came, our might disdaining, where the raining bullets leaden Pattered fast from scattered rifles on each wing; Here and there went down a foeman, and the ground began to redden; And they drew them back a moment, like the tiger ere his spring.
text_transcription: ON THEY CAME OUR MIGHT DISDAINING WHERE THE RAINING BULLETS LEADEN PATTERED FAST FROM SCATTERED RIFLES ON EACH WING HERE AND THERE WENT DOWN A FOEMAN AND THE GROUND BEGAN TO REDDEN AND THEY DREW THEM BACK A MOMENT LIKE THE TIGER ERE HIS SPRING
phonemes: ˌɔn ðeɪ kˈeɪm, ˌaʊɚ mˌaɪt dɪsdˈeɪnɪŋ, wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈeɪnɪŋ bˈʊlɪts lˈɛdən pˈæɾɚd fˈæst fɹʌm skˈæɾɚd ɹˈaɪfəlz ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ wˈɪŋ; hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ wɛnt dˌaʊn ɐ fˈoʊmən, ænd ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈɛdən; ænd ðeɪ dɹˈuː ðˌɛm bˈæk ɐ mˈoʊmənt, lˈaɪk ðə tˈaɪɡɚɹ ˈɛɹ hɪz spɹˈɪŋ.