text_original: A noble vengeance burned in Custer's breast, But, as he led his army to the crest, Above the wigwams, ready for the charge He felt the heart within him, swelling large With human pity, as an infant's wail Shrilled once again above the wintry gale.
text_transcription: A NOBLE VENGEANCE BURNED IN CUSTA'S BREAST BUT AS HE LED HIS ARMY TO THE CREST ABOVE THE WIGWAMS READY FOR THE CHARGE HE FELT THE HEART WITHIN HIM SWELLING LARGE WITH HUMAN PITY AS AN INFANT'S WAIL SHRILLED ONCE AGAIN ABOVE THE WINTRY GALE
phonemes: ɐ nˈoʊbəl vˈɛndʒəns bˈɜːnd ɪn kˈʌstɚz bɹˈɛst, bˌʌt, æz hiː lˈɛd hɪz ˈɑːɹmi tə ðə kɹˈɛst, əbˌʌv ðə wˈɪɡwæmz, ɹˈɛdi fɚðə tʃˈɑːɹdʒ hiː fˈɛlt ðə hˈɑːɹt wɪðˈɪn hˌɪm, swˈɛlɪŋ lˈɑːɹdʒ wɪð hjˈuːmən pˈɪɾi, æz ɐn ˈɪnfənts wˈeɪl ʃɹˈɪld wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn əbˌʌv ðə wˈɪntɹi ɡˈeɪl.