text_original: They chant wild songs, and with loud noise and stress, In savage manner savage joy express. The Indian captives, blanketed in red, On ponies mounted, by the scouts are led. Like sumach bushes, etched on evening skies, Against the blue clad troops, this patch of color lies.
text_transcription: THEY CHANT WILD SONGS AND WITH LOUD NOISE AND STRESS IN SAVAGE MANNER SAVAGE JOY EXPRESS THE INDIAN CAPTIVES BLANKETED IN RED ON PONIES MOUNTED BY THE SCOUTS ARE LED LIKE SUMMACH BUSHES ETCHED ON EVENING SKIES AGAINST THE BLUE CLAD TROOPS THIS PATCH OF COLOUR LIES
phonemes: ðeɪ tʃˈænt wˈaɪld sˈɔŋz, ænd wɪð lˈaʊd nˈɔɪz ænd stɹˈɛs, ɪn sˈævɪdʒ mˈænɚ sˈævɪdʒ dʒˈɔɪ ɛkspɹˈɛs. ðɪ ˈɪndiən kˈæptɪvz, blˈæŋkɪɾᵻd ɪn ɹˈɛd, ˌɔn pˈoʊniz mˈaʊntᵻd, baɪ ðə skˈaʊts ɑːɹ lˈɛd. lˈaɪk sˈuːmætʃ bˈʊʃᵻz, ˈɛtʃt ˌɔn ˈiːvnɪŋ skˈaɪz, ɐɡˈɛnst ðə blˈuː klˈæd tɹˈuːps, ðɪs pˈætʃ ʌv kˈʌlɚ lˈaɪz.