text_original: he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day.
text_transcription: HE SNAPPED AND FLUNG IT FROM HIS HAND AND LOWERING CREPT AWAY AND LEFT THE FIELD THEN CAME THE KING'S SON WOUNDED SORE BESTEAD AND WEAPONLESS AND SAW THE BROKEN SWORD HILT BURIED IN THE DRY AND TRODDEN SAND AND RAN AND SNATCHED IT UP AND WITH BATTLE SHOUT LIFTED AFRESH HE HEWED HIS ENEMY DOWN AND SAVED A GREAT CAUSE THAT HEROIC DAY
phonemes: hiː snˈæpt ænd flˈʌŋ ɪt fɹʌm hɪz hˈænd, ænd lˈoʊɚɹɪŋ kɹˈɛpt ɐwˈeɪ ænd lˈɛft ðə fˈiːld. ðˈɛn kˈeɪm ðə kˈɪŋz sˈʌn, wˈuːndᵻd, sˈɔːɹ bᵻstˈɛd, ænd wˈɛpənləs, ænd sˈɔː ðə bɹˈoʊkən sˈɔːɹd, hˈɪlt bˈɛɹid ɪnðə dɹˈaɪ ænd tɹˈɑːdən sˈænd, ænd ɹˈæn ænd snˈætʃt ɪt, ænd wɪð bˈæɾəl ʃˈaʊt lˈɪftᵻd ɐfɹˈɛʃ hiː hjˈuːd hɪz ˈɛnəmi dˈaʊn, ænd sˈeɪvd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt kˈɔːz ðæt hɪɹˈoʊɪk dˈeɪ.