text_original: As full of fight, through rainy storm, Night, cloudy, starless, dark, They came, and gathered as they came, Around the valiant Stark. There was a Berkshire parson  he And all his flock were there, And like true churchmen militant The arm of flesh made bare.
text_transcription: AS FULL OF FIGHT THROUGH RAINY STORM NIGHT CLOUDY STARLESS DARK THEY CAME AND GATHERED AS THEY CAME AROUND THE VALIANT STARK THERE WAS THE BERKSHIRE PARSON HE AND ALL HIS FLOCK WERE THERE AND LIKE TRUE CHURCHMEN MILITANT THE ARM OF FLESH MADE BARE
phonemes: æz fˈʊl ʌv fˈaɪt, θɹuː ɹˈeɪni stˈɔːɹm, nˈaɪt, klˈaʊdi, stˈɑːɹləs, dˈɑːɹk, ðeɪ kˈeɪm, ænd ɡˈæðɚd æz ðeɪ kˈeɪm, ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə vˈæliənt stˈɑːɹk. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ bˈɜːkʃɚ pˈɑːɹsən hiː ænd ˈɔːl hɪz flˈɑːk wɜː ðˈɛɹ, ænd lˈaɪk tɹˈuː tʃˈɜːtʃmɛn mˈɪlɪtənt ðɪ ˈɑːɹm ʌv flˈɛʃ mˌeɪd bˈɛɹ.