text_original: Down the lone heights now wind they together, As the mountain brooks flow to the vale, And now, as they group on the heather, The keen scout delivers his tale: "The British  the Tories are on us, And now is the moment to prove To the women whose virtues have won us, That our virtues are worthy their love!
text_transcription: DOWN THE LONE HEIGHTS NOW THEY WIND TOGETHER AS THE MOUNTAIN BROOKS FLOW TO THE VALE AND NOW AS THEY GROUP ON THE HEATHER THE KEEN SCOUT DELIVERS HIS TALE THE BRITISH THE TORIES ARE ON US AND NOW IS THE MOMENT TO PROVE TO THE WOMEN WHOSE VIRTUES HAVE WON US THAT OUR VIRTUES ARE WORTHY THEIR LOVE
phonemes: dˌaʊn ðə lˈoʊn hˈaɪts nˈaʊ wˈaɪnd ðeɪ təɡˈɛðɚ, æz ðə mˈaʊntɪn bɹˈʊks flˈoʊ tə ðə vˈeɪl, ænd nˈaʊ, æz ðeɪ ɡɹˈuːp ɔnðə hˈɛðɚ, ðə kˈiːn skˈaʊt dᵻlˈɪvɚz hɪz tˈeɪl: "ðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ ðə tˈɔːɹiz ɑːɹ ˈɔn ˌʌs, ænd nˈaʊ ɪz ðə mˈoʊmənt tə pɹˈuːv tə ðə wˈɪmɪn hˌuːz vˈɜːtʃuːz hæv wˈʌn ˌʌs, ðæt ˌaʊɚ vˈɜːtʃuːz ɑːɹ wˈɜːði ðɛɹ lˈʌv!