text_original: Olden comrades round me lying dead or dying were unheeded; Vain to me they looked for succor in their need. O'er the corses of the soldiers, through the gory pools I speeded, Driving rowel deep my spurs within my madly bounding steed.
text_transcription: OLDEN COMRADES ROUND ME LYING DEAD OR DYING WERE UNHEEDED VAIN TO ME THEY LOOKED FOR SUCCOUR IN THEIR NEED OR THE COURSES OF THE SOLDIERS THROUGH THE GORY POOLS I SPEEDED DRIVING ROWEL DEEP MY SPURS WITHIN MY MADLY BOUNDING STEED
phonemes: ˈoʊldən kˈɑːmɹædz ɹˈaʊnd mˌiː lˈaɪɪŋ dˈɛd ɔːɹ dˈaɪɪŋ wɜːɹ ʌnhˈiːdᵻd; vˈeɪn tə mˌiː ðeɪ lˈʊkt fɔːɹ sˈʌkɚɹ ɪn ðɛɹ nˈiːd. ˈɔːɹ ðə kˈɔːɹsᵻz ʌvðə sˈoʊldʒɚz, θɹuː ðə ɡˈɔːɹi pˈuːlz aɪ spˈiːdᵻd, dɹˈaɪvɪŋ ɹˈoʊəl dˈiːp maɪ spˈɜːz wɪðˌɪn maɪ mˈædli bˈaʊndɪŋ stˈiːd.