text_original: our light bobs gain the hill; Courage, boys, be firm and steady, Hence each care, each fear lie still. Now the dismal cannon roaring Speaks loud terror to the soul, Grape shot wing'd with death fast pouring, Ether rings from pole to pole; See, the smoke, how black and dreary, Clouds sulphureous hide the sky, Wounded, bloody, fainting, weary, How their groans ascend on high!
text_transcription: OUR LIGHT BOBS GAIN THE HEEL COURAGE BOYS BE FIRM AND STEADY HENCE EACH CARE EACH FEAR LIES STILL NOW THE DISMAL CANNON ROARING SPEAKS LOUD TERROR TO THE SOUL GRAPE SHOT WINGED WITH DEATH FAST POURING ETHER RINGS FROM POLE TO POLE SEE THE SMOKE HOW BLACK AND DREARY CLOUDS SULPHUROUS HIDE THE SKY WOUNDED BLOODY FAINTING WEARY HOW THEIR GROANS ASCEND ON HIGH
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪt bˈɑːbz ɡˈeɪn ðə hˈɪl; kˈɜːɹɪdʒ, bˈɔɪz, biː fˈɜːm ænd stˈɛdi, hˈɛns ˈiːtʃ kˈɛɹ, ˈiːtʃ fˈɪɹ lˈaɪ stˈɪl. nˈaʊ ðə dˈɪzməl kˈænən ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ spˈiːks lˈaʊd tˈɛɹɚ tə ðə sˈoʊl, ɡɹˈeɪp ʃˈɑːt wˈɪŋd wɪð dˈɛθ fˈæst pˈɔːɹɪŋ, ˈiːθɚ ɹˈɪŋz fɹʌm pˈoʊl tə pˈoʊl; sˈiː, ðə smˈoʊk, hˌaʊ blˈæk ænd dɹˈɪɹi, klˈaʊdz sʌlfjˈʊɹɹiəs hˈaɪd ðə skˈaɪ, wˈuːndᵻd, blˈʌdi, fˈeɪntɪŋ, wˈɪɹi, hˌaʊ ðɛɹ ɡɹˈoʊnz ɐsˈɛnd ˌɔn hˈaɪ!