text_original: A mingled rout, we drove them out From orchard, field, and glen; In goodly case it seemed to chase Our hunters home again! We flaunted in their faces The flag they thought to scorn, And left them with a loud "Hurrah!" To choke their bugle horn!
text_transcription: A MINGLED ROUT WE DROVE THEM OUT FROM ORCHARD FIELD AND GLEN IN GOODLY CASE IT SEEMED TO CHASE OUR HUNTER'S HOME AGAIN WE FLAUNTED IN THEIR FACES THE FLAG THEY THOUGHT TO SCORN AND LEFT THEM WITH A LOUD HURRAH TO CHOKE THEIR BUGLE HORN
phonemes: ɐ mˈɪŋɡəld ɹˈaʊt, wiː dɹˈoʊv ðˌɛm ˈaʊt fɹʌm ˈɔːɹtʃɚd, fˈiːld, ænd ɡlˈɛn; ɪn ɡˈʊdli kˈeɪs ɪt sˈiːmd tə tʃˈeɪs ˌaʊɚ hˈʌntɚz hˈoʊm ɐɡˈɛn! wiː flˈɔːntᵻd ɪn ðɛɹ fˈeɪsᵻz ðə flˈæɡ ðeɪ θˈɔːt tə skˈɔːɹn, ænd lˈɛft ðˌɛm wɪð ɐ lˈaʊd "hɚɹˈɑː!" tə tʃˈoʊk ðɛɹ bjˈuːɡəl hˈɔːɹn!