text_original: Cooling shades of the night were coming apace, The tattoo had beat; the tattoo had beat. The noble one sprang from his dark lurking place, To make his retreat; to make his retreat.
text_transcription: COOLING SHADES OF THE NIGHT WERE COMING APACE THE TATTOO HAD BEAT THE TATTOO HAD BEAT THE NOBLEMAN SPRANG FROM HIS DARK LURKING PLACE TO MAKE HIS RETREAT TO MAKE HIS RETREAT
phonemes: kˈuːlɪŋ ʃˈeɪdz ʌvðə nˈaɪt wɜː kˈʌmɪŋ ɐpˈeɪs, ðə tætˈuː hæd bˈiːt; ðə tætˈuː hæd bˈiːt. ðə nˈoʊbəl wˈʌn spɹˈæŋ fɹʌm hɪz dˈɑːɹk lˈɜːkɪŋ plˈeɪs, tə mˌeɪk hɪz ɹᵻtɹˈiːt; tə mˌeɪk hɪz ɹᵻtɹˈiːt.