text_original: MOLLY PITCHER All day the great guns barked and roared; All day the big balls screeched and soared; All day, 'mid the sweating gunners grim, Who toiled in their smoke shroud dense and dim, Sweet Molly labored with courage high, With steady hand and watchful eye, Till the day was ours, and the sinking sun Looked down on the field of Monmouth won, And Molly standing beside her gun.
text_transcription: MOLLY PITCHER ALL DAY THE GREAT GUNS BARKED AND ROARED ALL DAY THE BIG BALLS SCREECHED AND SOARED ALL DAY MID THE SWEATING GUNNERS GRIM WHO TOILED IN THEIR SMOKE SHROUD DENSE AND DIM SWEET MOLLIE LABOURED WITH COURAGE HIGH WITH STEADY HAND AND WATCHFUL EYE TILL THE DAY WAS OURS AND THE SINKING SUN LOOKED DOWN ON THE FIELD OF MONMOUTH WON AND MOLLIE STANDING BESIDE HER GUN
phonemes: mˈɑːli pˈɪtʃɚɹ ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈʌnz bˈɑːɹkt ænd ɹˈɔːɹd; ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ðə bˈɪɡ bˈɔːlz skɹˈiːtʃt ænd sˈɔːɹd; ˈɔːl dˈeɪ, mˈɪd ðə swˈɛɾɪŋ ɡˈʌnɚz ɡɹˈɪm, hˌuː tˈɔɪld ɪn ðɛɹ smˈoʊk ʃɹˈaʊd dˈɛns ænd dˈɪm, swˈiːt mˈɑːli lˈeɪbɚd wɪð kˈɜːɹɪdʒ hˈaɪ, wɪð stˈɛdi hˈænd ænd wˈɑːtʃfəl ˈaɪ, tˈɪl ðə dˈeɪ wʌz aʊɚz, ænd ðə sˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈʌn lˈʊkt dˌaʊn ɔnðə fˈiːld ʌv mˈɔnməθ wˈʌn, ænd mˈɑːli stˈændɪŋ bᵻsˌaɪd hɜː ɡˈʌn.