text_original: Shield we from vulture's greed the sad remains, By hasty cairn  and breathe a hurried prayer   'Tis all we can  till worthier rites be paid   But hark! that shout! "The COLOUR! lo! the COLOUR!"
text_transcription: SHIELD WE FROM VULTURE'S GREET THE SAD REMAINS BY HASTY CAIRN AND BREATHE A HURRIED PRAYER TIS ALL WE CAN TILL WORTHIER RIGHTS BE PAID BUT HARK THAT SHOUT THE COLOR LO THE COLOR
phonemes: ʃˈiːld wiː fɹʌm vˈʌltʃɚz ɡɹˈiːd ðə sˈæd ɹᵻmˈeɪnz, baɪ hˈeɪsti kˈɛɹn ænd bɹˈiːð ɐ hˈɜːɹid pɹˈɛɹ tˈɪz ˈɔːl wiː kæn tˈɪl wˈɜːðiɚ ɹˈaɪts biː pˈeɪd bˌʌt hˈɑːɹk! ðæt ʃˈaʊt! "ðə kˈʌlɚ! lˈoʊ! ðə kˈʌlɚ!"