text_original: But ere they seek to rescue the oppressed, The valiant dead, in state, are laid to rest. Mourned Hamilton, the faithful and the brave, Nine hundred comrades follow to the grave; And close behind the banner hidden corse All draped in black, walks mournfully his horse; While tears of sound drip through the sunlit day.
text_transcription: BUT ERE THEY SEEK TO RESCUE THE OPPRESSED THE VALIANT DEAD IN STATE ARE LAID TO REST MONT HAMILTON THE FAITHFUL AND THE BRAVE NINE HUNDRED COMRADES FOLLOW TO THE GRAVE AND CLOSE BEHIND THE BANNER HIDDEN COURSE ALL DRAPED IN BLACK WALKS MOURNFULLY HIS HORSE WHILE TEARS OF SOUND DRIP THROUGH THE SUNLIT DAY
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈɛɹ ðeɪ sˈiːk tə ɹˈɛskjuː ðɪ əpɹˈɛst, ðə vˈæliənt dˈɛd, ɪn stˈeɪt, ɑːɹ lˈeɪd tə ɹˈɛst. mˈɔːɹnd hˈæməltən, ðə fˈeɪθfəl ænd ðə bɹˈeɪv, nˈaɪn hˈʌndɹɪd kˈɑːmɹædz fˈɑːloʊ tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv; ænd klˈoʊs bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə bˈænɚ hˈɪdən kˈɔːɹs ˈɔːl dɹˈeɪpt ɪn blˈæk, wˈɔːks mˈɔːɹnfəli hɪz hˈɔːɹs; wˌaɪl tˈɪɹz ʌv sˈaʊnd dɹˈɪp θɹuː ðə sˈʌnlɪt dˈeɪ.