text_original: The darkness soon approaching, It forced us to retreat Into our lines till morning, Which made them think us beat; But ere the sun was risen, They saw before their eyes Us ready to engage them, Which did them much surprise.
text_transcription: THE DARKNESS SOON APPROACHING IT FORCED US TO RETREAT INTO OUR LIONS TILL MORNING WHICH MADE THEM THINK US BEAT BUT ERE THE SUN WAS RISEN THEY SAW BEFORE THEIR EYES US READY TO ENGAGE THEM WHICH DID THEM MUCH SURPRISE
phonemes: ðə dˈɑːɹknəs sˈuːn ɐpɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ, ɪt fˈɔːɹst ˌʌs tə ɹᵻtɹˈiːt ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪnz tˈɪl mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪd ðˌɛm θˈɪŋk ˌʌs bˈiːt; bˌʌt ˈɛɹ ðə sˈʌn wʌz ɹˈɪzən, ðeɪ sˈɔː bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɛɹ ˈaɪz ˌʌs ɹˈɛdi tʊ ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒ ðˌɛm, wˌɪtʃ dˈɪd ðˌɛm mˈʌtʃ sɚpɹˈaɪz.