text_original: THE BATTLE OF BENNINGTON [August 16, 1777] Up through a cloudy sky, the sun Was buffeting his way, On such a morn as ushers in A sultry August day.
text_transcription: THE BATTLE OF BENNINGTON AUGUST SIXTEENTH SEVENTEEN SEVENTY SEVEN UP THROUGH A CLOUDY SKY THE SUN WAS BUFFETING HIS WAY ON SUCH A MORN AS USHERS IN A SULTRY AUGUST DAY
phonemes: ðə bˈæɾəl ʌv bˈɛnɪŋtən [ˈɔːɡəst sˈɪkstiːn, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən] ˌʌp θɹuː ɐ klˈaʊdi skˈaɪ, ðə sˈʌn wʌz bˈʌfɪɾɪŋ hɪz wˈeɪ, ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ ɐ mˈɔːɹn æz ˈʌʃɚz ɪn ɐ sˈʌltɹi ˈɔːɡəst dˈeɪ.