text_original: Have you never a dash for brave Mordecai Gist, With his heart in his throat, and his blade in his fist? Are we good for no more than to prance in a ball, When the drums beat the charge and the clarions call?"
text_transcription: HAVE YOU NEVER A DASH FOR BRAVE MORDECAI GIST WITH HIS HEART IN HIS THROAT AND HIS BLADE IN HIS FIST ARE WE GOOD FOR NO MORE THAN TO PRANCE IN A BALL WHEN THE DRUMS BEAT THE CHARGE AND THE CLARIONS CALL
phonemes: hæv juː nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ dˈæʃ fɔːɹ bɹˈeɪv mˈɔːɹdɪkˌaɪ dʒˈɪst, wɪð hɪz hˈɑːɹt ɪn hɪz θɹˈoʊt, ænd hɪz blˈeɪd ɪn hɪz fˈɪst? ɑːɹ wiː ɡˈʊd fɔːɹ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɐn tə pɹˈæns ɪn ɐ bˈɔːl, wˌɛn ðə dɹˈʌmz bˈiːt ðə tʃˈɑːɹdʒ ænd ðə klˈæɹiənz kˈɔːl?"