text_original: The rifle, the sharp rifle! In our hands it is no trifle! Ye ride a goodly steed; He may know another master: Ye forward come with speed, But ye'll learn to back much faster, When ye meet our mountain boys And their leader, Johnny Stark!
text_transcription: THE RIFLE THE SHARP RIFLE IN OUR HANDS IT IS NO TRIFLE YE RIDE A GOODLY STEED YE MAY KNOW ANOTHER MASTER YE FORWARD COME WITH SPEED BUT YE'LL LEARN TO BACK MUCH FASTER WHEN YE MEET OUR MOUNTAIN BOYS AND THEIR LEADER JOHNNY STARK
phonemes: ðə ɹˈaɪfəl, ðə ʃˈɑːɹp ɹˈaɪfəl! ɪn ˌaʊɚ hˈændz ɪɾ ɪz nˈoʊ tɹˈaɪfəl! jiː ɹˈaɪd ɐ ɡˈʊdli stˈiːd; hiː mˈeɪ nˈoʊ ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈæstɚ: jiː fˈɔːɹwɚd kˈʌm wɪð spˈiːd, bˌʌt jˌiːəl lˈɜːn tə bˈæk mˈʌtʃ fˈæstɚ, wˌɛn jiː mˈiːt ˌaʊɚ mˈaʊntɪn bˈɔɪz ænd ðɛɹ lˈiːdɚ, dʒˈɑːni stˈɑːɹk!