text_original: He digs for her in the earth, Where lie all her claims of birth, With his foul paws rooting o'er Some long buried ancestor, Who, perhaps, a statue won By the ill deeds he had done, By the innocent blood he shed, By the desolation spread Over happy villages, Blotting out the smile of peace.
text_transcription: HE DIGS FOR HER IN THE EARTH WHERE LIE ALL HER CLAIMS OF BIRTH WITH HIS FOUL PAWS ROOTING OVER SOME LONG BURIED ANCESTOR WHO PERHAPS A STATUE WON BY THE ILL DEEDS HE HAD DONE BY THE INNOCENT BLOOD HE SHED BY THE DESOLATION SPREAD OVER HAPPY VILLAGES BLOTTING OUT THE SMILE OF PEACE
phonemes: hiː dˈɪɡz fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ɪnðɪ ˈɜːθ, wˌɛɹ lˈaɪ ˈɔːl hɜː klˈeɪmz ʌv bˈɜːθ, wɪð hɪz fˈaʊl pˈɔːz ɹˈuːɾɪŋ ˈɔːɹ sˌʌm lˈɔŋ bˈɛɹid ˈænsɛstɚ, hˈuː, pɚhˈæps, ɐ stˈætʃuː wˈʌn baɪ ðɪ ˈɪl dˈiːdz hiː hæd dˈʌn, baɪ ðɪ ˈɪnəsənt blˈʌd hiː ʃˈɛd, baɪ ðə dˌɛsəlˈeɪʃən spɹˈɛd ˌoʊvɚ hˈæpi vˈɪlɪdʒᵻz, blˈɑːɾɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə smˈaɪl ʌv pˈiːs.