text_original: Sick of gory strife, He hopes for rescue with no loss of life; And plans that bloodless battle of the plains Where reasoning mind outwits mere savage brains. The sullen soldiers follow where he leads; No gun is emptied, and no foeman bleeds.
text_transcription: SICK OF GORY STRIFE HE HOPES FOR RESCUE WITH NO LOSS OF LIFE AND PLANTS THAT BLOODLESS BATTLE OF THE PLAINS WHERE REASONING MIND OUTWITS MERE SAVAGE BRAINS THE SULLEN SOLDIERS FOLLOW WHERE HE LEADS NO GUN IS EMPTIED AND NO FOEMAN BLEEDS
phonemes: sˈɪk ʌv ɡˈɔːɹi stɹˈaɪf, hiː hˈoʊps fɔːɹ ɹˈɛskjuː wɪð nˈoʊ lˈɔs ʌv lˈaɪf; ænd plˈænz ðæt blˈʌdləs bˈæɾəl ʌvðə plˈeɪnz wˌɛɹ ɹˈiːzənɪŋ mˈaɪnd aʊtwˈɪts mˈɪɹ sˈævɪdʒ bɹˈeɪnz. ðə sˈʌlən sˈoʊldʒɚz fˈɑːloʊ wˌɛɹ hiː lˈiːdz; nˈoʊ ɡˈʌn ɪz ˈɛmptid, ænd nˈoʊ fˈoʊmən blˈiːdz.