text_original: The drunken cats came in their joy In the sunrise, a glittering wave. "We are tigers, are tigers," they yowled. "Down, Down, Go the swine to the grave." But we tramp Tramp Trampled them there, Then charged with our sabres and spears.
text_transcription: THE DRUNKEN CATS CAME IN THEIR JOY IN THE SUNRISE A GLITTERING WAVE WE ARE TIGERS OUR TIGERS THEY YOWLED DOWN DOWN TO THE SWINE TO THE GRAVE BUT WE TRAMP TRAMP TRAMPLED THEM THERE THEN CHARGED WITH OUR SABRES AND SPEARS
phonemes: ðə dɹˈʌŋkən kˈæts kˈeɪm ɪn ðɛɹ dʒˈɔɪ ɪnðə sˈʌnɹaɪz, ɐ ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ wˈeɪv. "wiː ɑːɹ tˈaɪɡɚz, ɑːɹ tˈaɪɡɚz," ðeɪ jˈaʊld. "dˈaʊn, dˈaʊn, ɡˌoʊ ðə swˈaɪn tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv." bˌʌt wiː tɹˈæmp tɹˈæmp tɹˈæmpəld ðˌɛm ðˈɛɹ, ðˈɛn tʃˈɑːɹdʒd wɪð ˌaʊɚ sˈeɪbɚz ænd spˈɪɹz.