text_original: What the Parson dreamed in that Bennington camp, Neither Yankee nor Prophet would dare to guess; A vision, perhaps, of the King David stamp, With a mixture of Cromwell and good Queen Bess.
text_transcription: WHAT THE PARSON DREAMED IN THAT BENNINGTON CAMP NEITHER YANKEE NOR PROPHET WOULD DARE GUESS A VISION PERHAPS OF THE KING DAVID'S STAMP WITH A MIXTURE OF CROMWELL AND GOOD QUEEN BESS
phonemes: wˌʌt ðə pˈɑːɹsən dɹˈiːmd ɪn ðæt bˈɛnɪŋtən kˈæmp, nˈiːðɚ jˈæŋkiː nˈɔːɹ pɹˈɑːfɪt wʊd dˈɛɹ tə ɡˈɛs; ɐ vˈɪʒən, pɚhˈæps, ʌvðə kˈɪŋ dˈeɪvɪd stˈæmp, wɪð ɐ mˈɪkstʃɚɹ ʌv kɹˈɑːmwɛl ænd ɡˈʊd kwˈiːn bˈɛs.