text_original: All that sultry day in summer beat his sullen march the drummer, Where the Briton strode the dusty road until the sun went down; Then on Monmouth plain encamping, tired and footsore with the tramping, Lay all wearily and drearily the forces of the crown, With their resting horses neighing and their evening bugles playing, And their sentries pacing slow to and fro.
text_transcription: ALL THAT SULTRY DAY IN SUMMER BEAT HIS SULLEN MARCH THE DRUMMER WHERE THE BRITONS STRODE THE DUSTY ROAD UNTIL THE SUN WENT DOWN THEN ON MONMOUTH PLAIN AND CAMPING TIRED AND FOOTSORE WITH THE TRAMPING LAY ALL WEARILY AND DREARILY THE FORCES OF THE CROWN WITH THEIR RESTING HORSES NEIGHING AND THEIR EVENING BUGLES PLAYING AND THEIR SENTRIES PACING SLOW TO AND FRO
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðæt sˈʌltɹi dˈeɪ ɪn sˈʌmɚ bˈiːt hɪz sˈʌlən mˈɑːɹtʃ ðə dɹˈʌmɚ, wˌɛɹ ðə bɹˈɪtən stɹˈoʊd ðə dˈʌsti ɹˈoʊd ʌntˈɪl ðə sˈʌn wɛnt dˈaʊn; ðˈɛn ˌɔn mˈɔnməθ plˈeɪn ɛŋkˈæmpɪŋ, tˈaɪɚd ænd fˈʊtsɔːɹ wɪððə tɹˈæmpɪŋ, lˈeɪ ˈɔːl wˈɪɹili ænd dɹˈɪɹili ðə fˈɔːɹsᵻz ʌvðə kɹˈaʊn, wɪð ðɛɹ ɹˈɛstɪŋ hˈɔːɹsᵻz nˈeɪɪŋ ænd ðɛɹ ˈiːvnɪŋ bjˈuːɡəlz plˈeɪɪŋ, ænd ðɛɹ sˈɛntɹiz pˈeɪsɪŋ slˈoʊ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ.