text_original: The spoils In savage triumph proudly borne away With battle song of victory, upraised By myriad voices 'mongst the echoing hills, Are passing from the scene. The hush of death Has settled all around; and gloomy night Spreads her dark pall o'er the now silent field.
text_transcription: THE SPOILS IN SAVAGE TRIUMPH PROUDLY BORNE AWAY WITH BATTLED SONG OF VICTORY UPRAISED BY MYRIAD VOICES MONGST THE ECHOING HILLS ARE PASSING FROM THE SCENE THE HUSH OF DEATH HAS SETTLED ALL AROUND AND GLOOMY NIGHT SPREADS HER DARK PALL OVER THE NOW SILENT FIELD
phonemes: ðə spˈɔɪlz ɪn sˈævɪdʒ tɹˈaɪʌmf pɹˈaʊdli bˈɔːɹn ɐwˈeɪ wɪð bˈæɾəl sˈɔŋ ʌv vˈɪktɚɹi, ʌpɹˈeɪzd baɪ mˈɪɹɪˌæd vˈɔɪsᵻz mˈɔŋɡst ðɪ ˈɛkoʊɪŋ hˈɪlz, ɑːɹ pˈæsɪŋ fɹʌmðə sˈiːn. ðə hˈʌʃ ʌv dˈɛθ hɐz sˈɛɾəld ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd; ænd ɡlˈuːmi nˈaɪt spɹˈɛdz hɜː dˈɑːɹk pˈɔːl ˈɔːɹ ðə nˈaʊ sˈaɪlənt fˈiːld.