text_original: Benedict Arnold, the traitor, sank deep in the pit of shame, Bartered for vengeance his honor, blackened for profit his fame; Yet never a gallanter soldier, whatever his after crime, Fought on the red field of honor than he in his early time. Ah, I remember Stillwater, as it were yesterday!
text_transcription: BENEDICT ARNOLD THE TRAITOR SANK DEEP IN THE PIT OF SHAME BARTERED FOR VENGEANCE HIS HONOR BLACKENED FOR PROFIT HIS FAME YET NEVER A GALLANTER SOLDIER WHATEVER HIS AFTER CRIME I FOUGHT ON THE RED FIELD OF HONOR THAN HE IN HIS EARLY TIME AH I REMEMBER STILL WATER AS IT WERE YESTERDAY
phonemes: bˈɛnɪdˌɪkt ˈɑːɹnəld, ðə tɹˈeɪɾɚ, sˈæŋk dˈiːp ɪnðə pˈɪt ʌv ʃˈeɪm, bˈɑːɹɾɚd fɔːɹ vˈɛndʒəns hɪz ˈɑːnɚ, blˈækənd fɔːɹ pɹˈɑːfɪt hɪz fˈeɪm; jˈɛt nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ ɡˈælæntɚ sˈoʊldʒɚ, wʌtˈɛvɚ hɪz ˈæftɚ kɹˈaɪm, fˈɔːt ɔnðə ɹˈɛd fˈiːld ʌv ˈɑːnɚ ðɐn hiː ɪn hɪz ˈɜːli tˈaɪm. ˈɑː, aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ stˈɪlwɔːɾɚ, æz ɪt wɜː jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ!