text_original: XI. The long hours counting till the daylight broke, In whispered words the restless warriors spoke. They talked of battles, but they thought of home (For hearts are faithful though the feet may roam).
text_transcription: N THE LONG HOURS COUNTING TILL THE DAYLIGHT BROKE IN WHISPERED WORDS THE RESTLESS WARRIORS SPOKE THEY TALKED OF BATTLES BUT THEY THOUGHT OF HOME FOR HEARTS ARE FAITHFUL THOUGH THE FEET MAY ROAM
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ɪlˈɛvən. ðə lˈɔŋ ˈaʊɚz kˈaʊntɪŋ tˈɪl ðə dˈeɪlaɪt bɹˈoʊk, ɪn wˈɪspɚd wˈɜːdz ðə ɹˈɛstləs wˈɔːɹɪɚz spˈoʊk. ðeɪ tˈɔːkt ʌv bˈæɾəlz, bˌʌt ðeɪ θˈɔːt ʌv hˈoʊm (fɔːɹ hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ fˈeɪθfəl ðˌoʊ ðə fˈiːt mˈeɪ ɹˈoʊm).