text_original: To choke their bugle horn! Upon a ledge embattled Above the Hudson's shore We dug the grave for Knowlton And Leitch of Weedon's corps. And though in plight of War's despite We yield this island throne, Upon that ledge we left a pledge That we shall claim our own!
text_transcription: TO CHOKE THEIR BUGLE HORN UPON A LEDGE EMBATTLED ABOVE THE HUDSON'S SHORE WE DUG THE GRAVE FOR NALTON AND LEECH OF WEEDEN'S CORE AND THOUGH IN PLIGHT OF WAR'S DESPITE WE YIELD THIS ISLAND THRONE UPON THAT LEDGE WE LEFT A PLEDGE THAT WE SHALL CLAIM OUR OWN
phonemes: tə tʃˈoʊk ðɛɹ bjˈuːɡəl hˈɔːɹn! əpˌɑːn ɐ lˈɛdʒ ɛmbˈæɾəld əbˌʌv ðə hˈʌdsənz ʃˈɔːɹ wiː dˈʌɡ ðə ɡɹˈeɪv fɔːɹ nˈoʊltən ænd lˈeɪtʃ ʌv wˈiːdɑːnz kˈɔːɹ. ænd ðˌoʊ ɪn plˈaɪt ʌv wˈɔːɹz dᵻspˈaɪt wiː jˈiːld ðɪs ˈaɪlənd θɹˈoʊn, əpˌɑːn ðæt lˈɛdʒ wiː lˈɛft ɐ plˈɛdʒ ðæt wiːʃˌɐl klˈeɪm ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn!