text_original: From the stateliest homes of the city, From hovels that love might scorn, How they followed that ringing summons, Like the cry for a king's heir born! "Past two o'clock and Cornwallis is taken." I can see the quick lights flare, See the glad, wild face at the window, Half dumb in a breathless stare.
text_transcription: FROM THE STATELIEST HOMES OF THE CITY FROM THE HOVELS THAT LOVE MIGHT SCORN HOW THEY FOLLOWED THAT RINGING SUMMONS LIKE THE CRY FOR A KING'S HEIR BORN PAST TWO O'CLOCK AND CORNWALLIS IS TAKEN I CAN SEE THE QUICK LIGHTS FLARE SEE THE GLAD WILD FACE AT THE WINDOW HALF DUMB IN A BREATHLESS STARE
phonemes: fɹʌmðə stˈeɪtliɪst hˈoʊmz ʌvðə sˈɪɾi, fɹʌm hˈɑːvəlz ðæt lˈʌv mˌaɪt skˈɔːɹn, hˌaʊ ðeɪ fˈɑːloʊd ðæt ɹˈɪŋɪŋ sˈʌmənz, lˈaɪk ðə kɹˈaɪ fɚɹə kˈɪŋz ˈɛɹ bˈɔːɹn! "pˈæst tˈuː əklˈɑːk ænd kˈɔːɹnwɔliz ɪz tˈeɪkən." aɪ kæn sˈiː ðə kwˈɪk lˈaɪts flˈɛɹ, sˈiː ðə ɡlˈæd, wˈaɪld fˈeɪs æt ðə wˈɪndoʊ, hˈæf dˈʌm ɪn ɐ bɹˈɛθləs stˈɛɹ.