text_original: XII. At break of dawn the scouts crept in to say The foe was camped a rifle shot away. The baying of a dog, an infant's cry Pierced through the air; sleep fled from every eye. To horse! to arms! the dead demand the dead! Let the grand charge upon the lodge be led!
text_transcription: TWELVE AT BREAK OF DAWN THE SCOUTS CREPT IN TO SAY THE FOE WAS KEMPED THE RIFLE SHOT AWAY THE BAYING OF A DOG AN INFANT'S CRY PIERCED THROUGH THE AIR SLEEP FLED FROM EVERY EYE TO HORSE TO ARMS THE DEAD DEMAND THE DEAD LET THE GRAND CHARGE UPON THE LODGE BE LED
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv. æt bɹˈeɪk ʌv dˈɔːn ðə skˈaʊts kɹˈɛpt ɪn tə sˈeɪ ðə fˈoʊ wʌz kˈæmpt ɐ ɹˈaɪfəl ʃˈɑːt ɐwˈeɪ. ðə bˈeɪɪŋ əvə dˈɑːɡ, ɐn ˈɪnfənts kɹˈaɪ pˈɪɹst θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛɹ; slˈiːp flˈɛd fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi ˈaɪ. tə hˈɔːɹs! tʊ ˈɑːɹmz! ðə dˈɛd dᵻmˈænd ðə dˈɛd! lˈɛt ðə ɡɹˈænd tʃˈɑːɹdʒ əpˌɑːn ðə lˈɑːdʒ biː lˈɛd!