text_original: But where is MELVILLE? How shall _he_ escape? Leagues must he traverse of a hostile land Ere he can safely place his sacred trust. And, scattered far and wide in headlong flight, "Native Contingents" from the field of death Urge their fear stricken way with failing strength; While ruthless foes, red handed, strike them down On every side. "Where? where is _he_? the guardian Of his dead regiment's honour? Who shall say?
text_transcription: BUT WHERE IS MELVILLE HOW SHALL HE ESCAPE LEAGUES MUST HE TRAVERSE OF A HOSTILE LAND ERE HE CAN SAFELY PLACE HIS SACRED TRUST AND SCATTERED FAR AND WIDE IN HEADLONG FLIGHT NATIVE CONTIGENTS FROM THE FIELD OF DEATH URGE THEIR FEAR STRICKEN WAY WITH FAILING STRENGTH WHILE RUTHLESS FOES RED HANDED STRIKE THEM DOWN ON EVERY SIDE WHERE WHERE IS HE THE GUARDIAN OF HIS DEAD REGIMENT'S HONOR WHO SHALL SAY
phonemes: bˌʌt wˌɛɹ ɪz mˈɛlvɪl? hˌaʊ ʃˌæl hiː ɛskˈeɪp? lˈiːɡz mˈʌst hiː tɹɐvˈɜːs əvə hˈɑːstəl lˈænd ˈɛɹ hiː kæn sˈeɪfli plˈeɪs hɪz sˈeɪkɹɪd tɹˈʌst. ænd, skˈæɾɚd fˈɑːɹ ænd wˈaɪd ɪn hˈɛdlɔŋ flˈaɪt, "nˈeɪɾɪv kəntˈɪndʒənts" fɹʌmðə fˈiːld ʌv dˈɛθ ˈɜːdʒ ðɛɹ fˈɪɹ stɹˈɪkən wˈeɪ wɪð fˈeɪlɪŋ stɹˈɛŋθ; wˌaɪl ɹˈuːθləs fˈoʊz, ɹˈɛd hˈændᵻd, stɹˈaɪk ðˌɛm dˌaʊn ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi sˈaɪd. "wˈɛɹ? wˈɛɹ ɪz hiː? ðə ɡˈɑːɹdiən ʌv hɪz dˈɛd ɹˈɛdʒɪmənts ˈɑːnɚ? hˌuː ʃˌæl sˈeɪ?