text_original: On our arms so heavily sleeping, careless watch our sentries keeping, Ready to renew the contest when the dawning day should show; Worn with toil and heat, in slumber soon were wrapt our greatest number, Seeking strength to rise again and fall upon the wearied foe; For we felt his power was broken! but what rage was ours outspoken When, on waking at the dawn, he had gone.
text_transcription: ON OUR ARMS SHALL HEAVILY SLEEPING CARELESS WATCH OUR SENTRIES KEEPING READY TO RENEW THE CONTEST WHEN THE DAWNING DAY SHOULD SHOW WORN WITH TOIL AND HEAT IN SLUMBER SOON WERE WRAPT OUR GREATEST NUMBER SEEKING STRENGTH TO RISE AGAIN AND FALL UPON THE WEARIED FOE FOR WE FELT HIS POWER WAS BROKEN BUT WHAT RAGE WAS OURS OUTSPOKEN WHEN ON WAKING AT THE DAWN HE HAD GONE
phonemes: ˌɔn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɑːɹmz sˌoʊ hˈɛvili slˈiːpɪŋ, kˈɛɹləs wˈɑːtʃ ˌaʊɚ sˈɛntɹiz kˈiːpɪŋ, ɹˈɛdi tə ɹᵻnˈuː ðə kˈɑːntɛst wɛn ðə dˈɔːnɪŋ dˈeɪ ʃˌʊd ʃˈoʊ; wˈɔːɹn wɪð tˈɔɪl ænd hˈiːt, ɪn slˈʌmbɚ sˈuːn wɜː ɹˈæpt ˌaʊɚ ɡɹˈeɪɾɪst nˈʌmbɚ, sˈiːkɪŋ stɹˈɛŋθ tə ɹˈaɪz ɐɡˈɛn ænd fˈɔːl əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɪɹid fˈoʊ; fɔːɹ wiː fˈɛlt hɪz pˈaʊɚ wʌz bɹˈoʊkən! bˌʌt wʌt ɹˈeɪdʒ wʌz aʊɚz aʊtspˈoʊkən wˈɛn, ˌɔn wˈeɪkɪŋ æt ðə dˈɔːn, hiː hæd ɡˈɔn.