text_original: Now the toil and danger's over, Dress alike the wounded brave, Hope again inspires the lover, Old and young forget the grave; Seize the canteen, poise it higher, Rest to each brave soul that fell!
text_transcription: NOW THE TOIL AND DANGER'S OVER DRESS ALIKE THE WOUNDED BRAVE HOPE AGAIN INSPIRES THE LOVER OLD AND YOUNG FORGET THE GRAVE SEIZE THE CANTEEN POISE IT HIGHER REST TO EACH BRAVE SOUL THAT FELL
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðə tˈɔɪl ænd dˈeɪndʒɚz ˈoʊvɚ, dɹˈɛs ɐlˈaɪk ðə wˈuːndᵻd bɹˈeɪv, hˈoʊp ɐɡˈɛn ɪnspˈaɪɚz ðə lˈʌvɚ, ˈoʊld ænd jˈʌŋ fɚɡˈɛt ðə ɡɹˈeɪv; sˈiːz ðə kæntˈiːn, pˈɔɪz ɪt hˈaɪɚ, ɹˈɛst tʊ ˈiːtʃ bɹˈeɪv sˈoʊl ðæt fˈɛl!