text_original: Their leader was a brave old man, A man of earnest will; His very presence was a host   He'd fought at Bunker Hill. A living monument he stood Of stirring deeds of fame, Of deeds that shed a fadeless light On his own deathless name.
text_transcription: THEIR LEADER WAS A BRAVE MAN A MAN OF EARNEST WILL HIS VERY PRESENCE WAS A HOST HE FOUGHT AT BUNKER HILL A LIVING MONUMENT HE STOOD OF STIRRING DEEDS AND FAME OF DEEDS THAT SHED A FADELESS LIGHT ON HIS OWN DEATHLESS NAME
phonemes: ðɛɹ lˈiːdɚ wʌzɐ bɹˈeɪv ˈoʊld mˈæn, ɐ mˈæn ʌv ˈɜːnɪst wˈɪl; hɪz vˈɛɹi pɹˈɛzəns wʌzɐ hˈoʊst hiːd fˈɔːt æt bˈʌŋkɚ hˈɪl. ɐ lˈɪvɪŋ mˈɑːnjuːmənt hiː stˈʊd ʌv stˈɜːɹɪŋ dˈiːdz ʌv fˈeɪm, ʌv dˈiːdz ðæt ʃˈɛd ɐ fˈeɪdləs lˈaɪt ˌɔn hɪz ˈoʊn dˈɛθləs nˈeɪm.