text_original: And men who leaned o'er Hamilton's rude bier And saw his dead dear face without a tear, Strong souls who early learned the manly art Of keeping from the eye what's in the heart, Soldiers who look unmoved on death's pale brow, Avert their eyes, to hide their moisture now.
text_transcription: AND MAN WHO LEANED OVER HAMILTON'S RUDE BIER AND SAW HIS DEAD DEAR FACE WITHOUT A TEAR STRONG SOULS WHO EARLY LEARNED THE MANLY ART OF KEEPING FROM THE EYE WHAT'S IN THE HEART SOLDIERS WHO LOOK UNMOVED ON DEATH'S PALE BROW AVERT THEIR EYES TO HIDE THEIR MOISTURE NOW
phonemes: ænd mˈɛn hˌuː lˈiːnd ˈɔːɹ hˈæməltənz ɹˈuːd bˈɪɹ ænd sˈɔː hɪz dˈɛd dˈɪɹ fˈeɪs wɪðˌaʊt ɐ tˈɪɹ, stɹˈɔŋ sˈoʊlz hˌuː ˈɜːli lˈɜːnd ðə mˈænli ˈɑːɹt ʌv kˈiːpɪŋ fɹʌmðɪ ˈaɪ wʌts ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt, sˈoʊldʒɚz hˌuː lˈʊk ʌnmˈuːvd ˌɔn dˈɛθz pˈeɪl bɹˈaʊ, ɐvˈɜːt ðɛɹ ˈaɪz, tə hˈaɪd ðɛɹ mˈɔɪstʃɚ nˈaʊ.