text_original: stood a son and brother o'er him; Down through plume and brass and leather went my sabre to the brain   Ha! no music like that crushing through the skull bone to the brain. THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.
text_transcription: STOOD A SON AND BROTHER O'ER HIM DOWN THROUGH PLUME AND BRASS AND LEATHER WENT MY SABRE TO THE BRAIN HA NO MUSIC LIKE THAT CRUSHING THROUGH THE SKULL BONE TO THE BRAIN THOMAS DUN ENGLISH
phonemes: stˈʊd ɐ sˈʌn ænd bɹˈʌðɚɹ ˈɔːɹ hˌɪm; dˌaʊn θɹuː plˈuːm ænd bɹˈæs ænd lˈɛðɚ wɛnt maɪ sˈeɪbɚ tə ðə bɹˈeɪn hˈɑː! nˈoʊ mjˈuːzɪk lˈaɪk ðæt kɹˈʌʃɪŋ θɹuː ðə skˈʌl bˈoʊn tə ðə bɹˈeɪn. tˈɑːməs dˈʌn ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ.