text_original: The fifth day of July, then, He ordered a retreat; And when next morn we started, Burgoyne thought we were beat. And closely he pursued us, Till when near Hubbardton, Our rear guards were defeated, He thought the country won.
text_transcription: THE FIFTH DAY OF JULY THEN HE ORDERED A RETREAT AND WHEN NEXT MORN WE STARTED BURGOYNE THOUGHT WE WERE BEAT AND CLOSELY HE PURSUED US TILL WHEN NEAR HUBERTON OUR REAR GUARDS WERE DEFEATED HE THOUGHT THE COUNTRY WON
phonemes: ðə fˈɪfθ dˈeɪ ʌv dʒuːlˈaɪ, ðˈɛn, hiː ˈɔːɹdɚd ɐ ɹᵻtɹˈiːt; ænd wɛn nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹn wiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd, bˈɜːɡɔɪn θˈɔːt wiː wɜː bˈiːt. ænd klˈoʊsli hiː pɚsˈuːd ˌʌs, tˈɪl wɛn nˌɪɹ hˈʌbɑːɹdtən, ˌaʊɚ ɹˈɪɹ ɡˈɑːɹdz wɜː dᵻfˈiːɾᵻd, hiː θˈɔːt ðə kˈʌntɹi wˈʌn.