text_original: "Where? where is _he_? the guardian Of his dead regiment's honour? Who shall say? For, be it that he fights his way alone   Horseman or footman, through the host of foes   Or be it he evades their hot pursuit, There crosses still his path, and bars his way, The river boundary in summer flood, The swirling waters as they rush and roar, Mock at the wearied limbs that reach their banks, And can _no more_, although the foe is on them!
text_transcription: WHERE WHERE IS HE THE GUARDIAN OF HIS DEAD REGIMENT'S HONOR WHO SHALL SAY FOR BE IT THAT HE FIGHTS HIS WAY ALONE HORSEMEN OR FOOTMAN THROUGH THE HOST OF FOES OR BE IT HE EVADES THEIR HOT PURSUIT THERE CROSSES STILL HIS PATH AND BARS HIS WAY THE RIVER BOUNDARY IN SUMMER FLOOD THE SWIRLING WATERS AS THEY RUSH AND ROAR MOCK AT THE WEARIED LIMBS THAT REACH THEIR BANKS AND CAN NO MORE ALTHOUGH THE FOE IS ON THEM
phonemes: "wˈɛɹ? wˈɛɹ ɪz hiː? ðə ɡˈɑːɹdiən ʌv hɪz dˈɛd ɹˈɛdʒɪmənts ˈɑːnɚ? hˌuː ʃˌæl sˈeɪ? fɔːɹ, biː ɪt ðæt hiː fˈaɪts hɪz wˈeɪ ɐlˈoʊn hˈɔːɹsmən ɔːɹ fˈʊtmən, θɹuː ðə hˈoʊst ʌv fˈoʊz ɔːɹ biː ɪt hiː ɪvˈeɪdz ðɛɹ hˈɑːt pɚsˈuːt, ðɛɹ kɹˈɔsᵻz stˈɪl hɪz pˈæθ, ænd bˈɑːɹz hɪz wˈeɪ, ðə ɹˈɪvɚ bˈaʊndɚɹi ɪn sˈʌmɚ flˈʌd, ðə swˈɜːlɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz æz ðeɪ ɹˈʌʃ ænd ɹˈɔːɹ, mˈɑːk æt ðə wˈɪɹid lˈɪmz ðæt ɹˈiːtʃ ðɛɹ bˈæŋks, ænd kæn nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, ɔːlðˈoʊ ðə fˈoʊ ɪz ˈɔn ðˌɛm!