text_original: They thought of all their country's wrongs, They thought of noble lives Pour'd out in battle with her foes, They thought upon their wives, Their children, and their aged sires, Their firesides, churches, God   And these deep thoughts made hallow'd ground Each foot of soil they trod.
text_transcription: THEY THOUGHT OF ALL THEIR COUNTRY'S WRONGS THEY THOUGHT OF NOBLE LIVES POURED OUT IN BATTLE WITH HER FOES THEY FOUGHT UPON THEIR WIVES THEIR CHILDREN AND THEIR AGED SIRES THEIR FIRESIDES CHURCHES GOD AND THOSE DEEP THOUGHTS MADE HALLOWED GROUND EACH FOOT OF SOIL THEY TROD
phonemes: ðeɪ θˈɔːt ʌv ˈɔːl ðɛɹ kˈʌntɹiz ɹˈɔŋz, ðeɪ θˈɔːt ʌv nˈoʊbəl lˈaɪvz pˈɔːɹd ˈaʊt ɪn bˈæɾəl wɪð hɜː fˈoʊz, ðeɪ θˈɔːt əpˌɑːn ðɛɹ wˈaɪvz, ðɛɹ tʃˈɪldɹən, ænd ðɛɹ ˈeɪdʒd sˈaɪɚz, ðɛɹ fˈaɪɚsaɪdz, tʃˈɜːtʃᵻz, ɡˈɑːd ænd ðiːz dˈiːp θˈɔːts mˌeɪd hˈæloʊd ɡɹˈaʊnd ˈiːtʃ fˈʊt ʌv sˈɔɪl ðeɪ tɹˈɑːd.