text_original: Up the slope his legion thundered, full three hundred; fiercely spurring, Cheering lustily, they fell upon our flanks; And their worn and wearied comrades, at the sound so spirit stirring, Felt a thrill of hope and courage pass along their shattered ranks.
text_transcription: UP THE SLOPE HIS LEGION THUNDERED FULL THREE HUNDRED FIERCELY SPURRING CHEERING LUSTILY THEY FELL UPON OUR RANKS AND THEIR WORN AND WEARIED COMRADES AT THE SOUND SO SPIRIT STIRRING FELT A THRILL OF HOPE AND COURAGE PASS ALONG THEIR SHATTERED RANKS
phonemes: ˌʌp ðə slˈoʊp hɪz lˈiːdʒən θˈʌndɚd, fˈʊl θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd; fˈɪɹsli spˈɜːɹɪŋ, tʃˈɪɹɪŋ lˈʌstili, ðeɪ fˈɛl əpˌɑːn ˌaʊɚ flˈæŋks; ænd ðɛɹ wˈɔːɹn ænd wˈɪɹid kˈɑːmɹædz, æt ðə sˈaʊnd sˌoʊ spˈɪɹɪt stˈɜːɹɪŋ, fˈɛlt ɐ θɹˈɪl ʌv hˈoʊp ænd kˈɜːɹɪdʒ pˈæs ɐlˈɔŋ ðɛɹ ʃˈæɾɚd ɹˈæŋks.