text_original: How the voice rolled down the street Till the silence rang and echoed With the stir of hurrying feet! In the hush of the Quaker city, As the night drew on to morn, How it startled the troubled sleepers, Like the cry for a man child born! "Past two o'clock and Cornwallis is taken."
text_transcription: HOW THE VOICE ROLLED DOWN THE STREET TILL THE SILENCE RANG AND ECHOED WITH THE STIR OF HURRYING FEET IN THE HUSH OF THE QUAKER CITY AS THE NIGHT DREW ON TO MORN HOW IT STARTLED THE TROUBLED SLEEPERS LIKE THE CRY FOR A MAN CHILD BORN PAST TWO O'CLOCK AND CORNWALLIS IS TAKEN
phonemes: hˌaʊ ðə vˈɔɪs ɹˈoʊld dˌaʊn ðə stɹˈiːt tˈɪl ðə sˈaɪləns ɹˈæŋ ænd ˈɛkoʊd wɪððə stˈɜːɹ ʌv hˈɜːɹiɪŋ fˈiːt! ɪnðə hˈʌʃ ʌvðə kwˈeɪkɚ sˈɪɾi, æz ðə nˈaɪt dɹˈuː ˌɔn tə mˈɔːɹn, hˌaʊ ɪt stˈɑːɹɾəld ðə tɹˈʌbəld slˈiːpɚz, lˈaɪk ðə kɹˈaɪ fɚɹə mˈæn tʃˈaɪld bˈɔːɹn! "pˈæst tˈuː əklˈɑːk ænd kˈɔːɹnwɔliz ɪz tˈeɪkən."