text_original: Quiet nature had no prescience; but the Tories and the Hessians Heard the baying of the bugles that were hanging on their track; Heard the cries of eager ravens soaring high above the cravens; And they hurried, worn and worried, casting startled glances back, Leaving Clinton there to meet us, with his bull dogs fierce to greet us, With the veterans of the crown, scarred and brown.
text_transcription: QUIET NATURE HAD NO OPPRECIENTS BUT THE TORIES AND THE HESSIANS HEARD THE BAYING OF THE BUGLES THAT WERE HANGING ON THEIR TRACK HEARD THE CRIES OF EAGER RAVENS SOARING HIGH ABOVE THE CRAVENS AND THEY HURRIED WORN AND WORRIED CASTING STARTLED GLANCES BACK LEAVING CLINTON THERE TO MEET US WITH HIS BULLDOGS FIERCE TO GREET US WITH THE VETERANS OF THE CROWN SCARRED AND BROWN
phonemes: kwˈaɪət nˈeɪtʃɚ hæd nˈoʊ pɹˈiːsiəns; bˌʌt ðə tˈɔːɹiz ænd ðə hˈɛʃənz hˈɜːd ðə bˈeɪɪŋ ʌvðə bjˈuːɡəlz ðæt wɜː hˈæŋɪŋ ˌɔn ðɛɹ tɹˈæk; hˈɜːd ðə kɹˈaɪz ʌv ˈiːɡɚ ɹˈeɪvənz sˈɔːɹɪŋ hˈaɪ əbˌʌv ðə kɹˈeɪvənz; ænd ðeɪ hˈɜːɹid, wˈɔːɹn ænd wˈʌɹid, kˈæstɪŋ stˈɑːɹɾəld ɡlˈænsᵻz bˈæk, lˈiːvɪŋ klˈɪntən ðɛɹ tə mˈiːt ˌʌs, wɪð hɪz bˈʊl dˈɑːɡz fˈɪɹs tə ɡɹˈiːt ˌʌs, wɪððə vˈɛɾɚɹənz ʌvðə kɹˈaʊn, skˈɑːɹd ænd bɹˈaʊn.