text_original: V This was the end of the battle. The tigers poured by in a tide Over us all with their caterwaul call, "We are the tigers," They cried. "We are the sabres," They cried. But we laughed while our blades swept wide, While the dawn rays stabbed through the gloom.
text_transcription: FIVE THIS WAS THE END OF THE BATTLE THE TIGERS POURED BY IN A TIDE OVER US ALL WITH THEIR CATTERWOL CALL WE ARE THE TIGERS THEY CRIED WE ARE THE SABERS THEY CRIED BUT WE LAUGHED WHILE OUR BLADES SWEPT WIDE WHILE THE DAWN RAYS STABBED THROUGH THE GLOOM
phonemes: vˈiː ðɪs wʌzðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə bˈæɾəl. ðə tˈaɪɡɚz pˈɔːɹd baɪ ɪn ɐ tˈaɪd ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌʌs ˈɔːl wɪð ðɛɹ kˈæɾɚwˌɔːl kˈɔːl, "wiː ɑːɹ ðə tˈaɪɡɚz," ðeɪ kɹˈaɪd. "wiː ɑːɹ ðə sˈeɪbɚz," ðeɪ kɹˈaɪd. bˌʌt wiː lˈæft wˌaɪl ˌaʊɚ blˈeɪdz swˈɛpt wˈaɪd, wˌaɪl ðə dˈɔːn ɹˈeɪz stˈæbd θɹuː ðə ɡlˈuːm.