text_original: Wollamsac wanders by the spot Where they that morning stood; Then roll'd the war cloud o'er the stream, The waves were tinged with blood; And the near hills that dark cloud girt, And fires like lightning flash'd, And shrieks and groans, like howling blasts, Rose as the bayonets clash'd.
text_transcription: WOMSACK WANDERS BY THE SPOT WHERE THEY THAT MORNING STOOD THEN ROLLED THE WAR CLOUD O'ER THE STREAM THE WAVES WERE TINGED WITH BLOOD AND THE NEAR HILLS THAT DARK CLOUD GIRT AND FIRES LIKE LIGHTNING FLASHED AND SHRIEKS AND GROANS LIKE HOWLING BLASTS ROSE AS THE BAYONETS CLASHED
phonemes: wˈoʊlɐmsˌæk wˈɔndɚz baɪ ðə spˈɑːt wˌɛɹ ðeɪ ðæt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ stˈʊd; ðˈɛn ɹˈoʊld ðə wˈɔːɹ klˈaʊd ˈɔːɹ ðə stɹˈiːm, ðə wˈeɪvz wɜː tˈɪndʒd wɪð blˈʌd; ænd ðə nˌɪɹ hˈɪlz ðæt dˈɑːɹk klˈaʊd ɡˈɜːt, ænd fˈaɪɚz lˈaɪk lˈaɪtnɪŋ flˈæʃd, ænd ʃɹˈiːks ænd ɡɹˈoʊnz, lˈaɪk hˈaʊlɪŋ blˈæsts, ɹˈoʊz æz ðə bˈeɪənˌɛts klˈæʃd.