text_original: Bullet on bullet near her fell, While rang the Indians' angry yell; But safely through that whirring rain, Powder in arms, came Betty Zane. They filled their horns, both boys and men, And so began the fight again.
text_transcription: BULLET ON BULLET NEAR HER FELL WHILE RANG THE INDIAN'S ANGRY YELL BUT SAFELY THROUGH THAT WHIRRING RAIN POWDER IN ARMS CAME BETTY ZAIN THEY FILLED THEIR HORNS BOTH BOYS AND MEN AND SO BEGAN THE FIGHT AGAIN
phonemes: bˈʊlɪt ˌɔn bˈʊlɪt nˌɪɹ hɜː fˈɛl, wˌaɪl ɹˈæŋ ðɪ ˈɪndiənz ˈæŋɡɹi jˈɛl; bˌʌt sˈeɪfli θɹuː ðæt wˈɜːɹɪŋ ɹˈeɪn, pˈaʊdɚɹ ɪn ˈɑːɹmz, kˈeɪm bˈɛɾi zˈeɪn. ðeɪ fˈɪld ðɛɹ hˈɔːɹnz, bˈoʊθ bˈɔɪz ænd mˈɛn, ænd sˌoʊ bɪɡˈæn ðə fˈaɪt ɐɡˈɛn.