text_original: Ere the day to night had shifted, camp was broken, knapsacks lifted, And in motion was the vanguard of our swift retreating foes; Grim Knyphausen rode before his brutal Hessians, bloody Tories   They were fit companions, truly, hirelings these and traitors those   While the careless jest and laughter of the teamsters coming after Rang around each creaking wain of the train.
text_transcription: ERE THE DAY TO NIGHT HAD SHIFTED CAMP WAS BROKEN KNAPSACKS LIFTED AND IN MOTION WAS THE VANGUARD OF OUR SWIFT RETREATING FOES GRIM KNECKHAUSEN RODE BEFORE HIS BRUTAL HESSIANS BLOODY TORIES THEY WERE FIT COMPANIONS TRULY HIRELINGS THESE TRAITORS THOSE WHILE THE CARELESS JEST AND LAUGHTER OF THE TEAMSTERS COMING AFTER RANG ROUND EACH CREAKING WANE OF THE TRAIN
phonemes: ˈɛɹ ðə dˈeɪ tə nˈaɪt hæd ʃˈɪftᵻd, kˈæmp wʌz bɹˈoʊkən, nˈæpsæks lˈɪftᵻd, ænd ɪn mˈoʊʃən wʌzðə vˈæŋɡɑːɹd ʌv ˌaʊɚ swˈɪft ɹᵻtɹˈiːɾɪŋ fˈoʊz; ɡɹˈɪm nˈɪfɔːsən ɹˈoʊd bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz bɹˈuːɾəl hˈɛʃənz, blˈʌdi tˈɔːɹiz ðeɪ wɜː fˈɪt kəmpˈæniənz, tɹˈuːli, hˈaɪɚlɪŋz ðiːz ænd tɹˈeɪɾɚz ðoʊz wˌaɪl ðə kˈɛɹləs dʒˈɛst ænd lˈæftɚɹ ʌvðə tˈiːmstɚz kˈʌmɪŋ ˈæftɚ ɹˈæŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ˈiːtʃ kɹˈiːkɪŋ wˈeɪn ʌvðə tɹˈeɪn.