text_original: Firm, my lads; who breaks the line thus? Oh! can brave men ever yield, Glorious danger now combines us, None but cowards quit the field. To the rear each gun dismounted; Close the breach, and brisk advance.
text_transcription: FIRM MY LADS WHO BREAKS THE LINE THUS O CAN BRAVE MEN EVER YIELD GLORIOUS DANGER NOW COMBINES US NONE BUT COWARDS QUIT THE FIELD TO THE REAR EACH GUN DISMOUNTED CLOSE THE BREACH AND BRISK ADVANCE
phonemes: fˈɜːm, maɪ lˈædz; hˌuː bɹˈeɪks ðə lˈaɪn ðˈʌs? ˈoʊ! kæn bɹˈeɪv mˈɛn ˈɛvɚ jˈiːld, ɡlˈɔːɹiəs dˈeɪndʒɚ nˈaʊ kəmbˈaɪnz ˌʌs, nˈʌn bˌʌt kˈaʊɚdz kwˈɪt ðə fˈiːld. tə ðə ɹˈɪɹ ˈiːtʃ ɡˈʌn dɪsmˈaʊntᵻd; klˈoʊs ðə bɹˈiːtʃ, ænd bɹˈɪsk ɐdvˈæns.