text_original: The roar, the smoke, like mist on stormy seas, Sweep through thy splintered trees,   Hard fought Oriskany. Heroes are born in such a chosen hour; From common men they rise, and tower, Like thee, brave Herkimer!
text_transcription: THE ROAR THE SMOKE LIKE MIST ON STORMY SEAS SWEEP THROUGH THY SPLINTERED TREES HARD FOUGHT ORISCONY HEROES ARE BORN IN SUCH A CHOSEN HOUR FROM COMMON MEN THEY RISE AND TOWER LIKE THESE BRAVE HERKIMER
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɔːɹ, ðə smˈoʊk, lˈaɪk mˈɪst ˌɔn stˈɔːɹmi sˈiːz, swˈiːp θɹuː ðˌaɪ splˈɪntɚd tɹˈiːz,   hˈɑːɹd fˈɔːt ˈɔːɹɪskəni. hˈiəɹoʊz ɑːɹ bˈɔːɹn ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ tʃˈoʊzən ˈaʊɚ; fɹʌm kˈɑːmən mˈɛn ðeɪ ɹˈaɪz, ænd tˈaʊɚ, lˈaɪk ðˈiː, bɹˈeɪv hˈɜːkɪmɚ!