text_original: Faster each minute and faster The yeomen swarm over the wall, And narrower grows the circle And thicker the Britons fall; Till Baum with his Hessian swordsmen Swift to the rescue flies, The frown of the Northland on their brows And the war light in their eyes.
text_transcription: FASTER EACH MINUTE AND FASTER THE YEOMEN SWARM OVER THE WALL AND NARROWER GROWS THE CIRCLE AND THICKER THE BRITONS FALL TILL BALM WITH HIS HUSSIAN SWORDSMEN SWIFT TO THE RESCUE FLIES THE FROWN ON THE NORTHLAND ON THEIR BROWS AND THE WAR LIGHT IN THEIR EYES
phonemes: fˈæstɚɹ ˈiːtʃ mˈɪnɪt ænd fˈæstɚ ðə jˈoʊmɛn swˈɔːɹm ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɔːl, ænd nˈæɹoʊɚ ɡɹˈoʊz ðə sˈɜːkəl ænd θˈɪkɚ ðə bɹˈɪtənz fˈɔːl; tˈɪl bˈaʊm wɪð hɪz hˈɛʃən sˈɔːɹdzmɛn swˈɪft tə ðə ɹˈɛskjuː flˈaɪz, ðə fɹˈaʊn ʌvðə nˈɔːɹθlənd ˌɔn ðɛɹ bɹˈaʊz ænd ðə wˈɔːɹ lˈaɪt ɪn ðɛɹ ˈaɪz.