text_original: Baum and his bravest cohorts Lay on the trampled sod, And Stark's strong cry rose clear and high, "Yield in the name of God!" Then the sullen Hessians yielded, Girt by an iron ring, And down from the summit fluttered The flag of the British king.
text_transcription: BALM AND HIS BRAVEST COHORT LAY ON THE TRAMPLED SOD AND STARK STRONG CRY ROSE CLEAR AND HIGH YIELD IN THE NAME OF GOD THEN THE SULLEN HESSIANS YIELDED GIRT BY AN IRON RING AND DOWN FROM THE SUMMIT FLUTTERED THE FLAG OF THE BRITISH KING
phonemes: bˈaʊm ænd hɪz bɹˈeɪvɪst kˈoʊhɔːɹts lˈeɪ ɔnðə tɹˈæmpəld sˈɑːd, ænd stˈɑːɹks stɹˈɔŋ kɹˈaɪ ɹˈoʊz klˈɪɹ ænd hˈaɪ, "jˈiːld ɪnðə nˈeɪm ʌv ɡˈɑːd!" ðˈɛn ðə sˈʌlən hˈɛʃənz jˈiːldᵻd, ɡˈɜːt baɪ ɐn ˈaɪɚn ɹˈɪŋ, ænd dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə sˈʌmɪt flˈʌɾɚd ðə flˈæɡ ʌvðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ kˈɪŋ.