text_original: In the hush of the Quaker city, As the night drew on to morn, How it startled the troubled sleepers, Like the cry for a man child born! "Past two o'clock and Cornwallis is taken." How they gathered, man and maid, Here the child with a heart for the flint lock, There the trembling grandsire staid! 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."
text_transcription: IN THE HUSH OF THE QUAKER CITY AS THE NIGHT DREW ON TO MORN HOW IT STARTLED THE TROUBLED SLEEPERS LIKE THE CRY FOR A MAN CHILD BORN PAST TWO O'CLOCK AND CORNWALLIS IS TAKEN HOW THEY GATHERED MAN AND MAID HEAR THE CHILD WITH A HEART FOR THE FLINTLOCK THERE THE TREMBLING GRANDSIRE STAYED 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
phonemes: ɪnðə hˈʌʃ ʌvðə kwˈeɪkɚ sˈɪɾi, æz ðə nˈaɪt dɹˈuː ˌɔn tə mˈɔːɹn, hˌaʊ ɪt stˈɑːɹɾəld ðə tɹˈʌbəld slˈiːpɚz, lˈaɪk ðə kɹˈaɪ fɚɹə mˈæn tʃˈaɪld bˈɔːɹn! "pˈæst tˈuː əklˈɑːk ænd kˈɔːɹnwɔliz ɪz tˈeɪkən." hˌaʊ ðeɪ ɡˈæðɚd, mˈæn ænd mˈeɪd, hˈɪɹ ðə tʃˈaɪld wɪð ɐ hˈɑːɹt fɚðə flˈɪnt lˈɑːk, ðɛɹ ðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ ɡɹˈændsaɪɚ stˈeɪd! 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."