text_original: Then upon our very wheeling came the pealing of our volley, And our balls made red a pathway down the hill; Broke the foe and shrank and cowered; rang again the voice of Howard   "Give the hireling dogs the bayonet!"  and we did it with a will.
text_transcription: THEN UPON OUR VERY WHEELING CAME THE PEALING OF OUR VOLLEY AND OUR BALLS MADE RED A PATHWAY DOWN THE HILL BROKE THE FOE AND SHRANK AND COWERED RANG AGAIN THE VOICE OF HOWARD GIVE THE HIRELING DOGS THE BAYONET AND WE DID IT WITH A WILL
phonemes: ðˈɛn əpˌɑːn ˌaʊɚ vˈɛɹi wˈiːlɪŋ kˈeɪm ðə pˈiːlɪŋ ʌv ˌaʊɚ vˈɑːli, ænd ˌaʊɚ bˈɔːlz mˌeɪd ɹˈɛd ɐ pˈæθweɪ dˌaʊn ðə hˈɪl; bɹˈoʊk ðə fˈoʊ ænd ʃɹˈæŋk ænd kˈaʊɚd; ɹˈæŋ ɐɡˈɛn ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv hˈaʊɚd   "ɡˈɪv ðə hˈaɪɚlɪŋ dˈɑːɡz ðə bˈeɪənˌɛt!"  ænd wiː dˈɪd ɪt wɪð ɐ wˈɪl.