text_original: The pond'rous clubs swept crashing Through the bayonets round their feet As a woodman's axe edge crashes Through branches mailed in sleet, Shattering head and shoulder, Splintering arm and thigh, Hurling the redcoats earthward Like bolts from an angry sky.
text_transcription: THE PONDEROUS CLUB SWEPT CRASHING THROUGH THE BAYONETS ROUND THEIR FEET AS A WOODMAN'S AXE EDGE CRASHES THROUGH BRANCHES MAILED IN SLEET SHATTERING HEAD AND SHOULDER SPLINTERING ARM AND THIGH HURLING THE RED COATS EARTHWARD LIKE BOLTS FROM AN ANGRY SKY
phonemes: ðə pˈɑːndɹəs klˈʌbz swˈɛpt kɹˈæʃɪŋ θɹuː ðə bˈeɪənˌɛts ɹˈaʊnd ðɛɹ fˈiːt æz ɐ wˈʊdmənz ˈæks ˈɛdʒ kɹˈæʃᵻz θɹuː bɹˈæntʃᵻz mˈeɪld ɪn slˈiːt, ʃˈæɾɚɹɪŋ hˈɛd ænd ʃˈoʊldɚ, splˈɪntɚɹɪŋ ˈɑːɹm ænd θˈaɪ, hˈɜːlɪŋ ðə ɹˈɛdkoʊts ˈɜːθwɚd lˈaɪk bˈoʊlts fɹʌm ɐn ˈæŋɡɹi skˈaɪ.