text_original: CHANNEL FIRING THAT night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window squares, We thought it was the Judgment day And sat upright.
text_transcription: CHANNEL FIRING THAT NIGHT YOUR GREAT GUNS UNAWARES SHOOK ALL OUR COFFINS AS WE LAY AND BROKE THE CHANCEL WINDOW SQUARES WE THOUGHT IT WAS THE JUDGMENT DAY AND SAT UPRIGHT
phonemes: tʃˈænəl fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ ðæt nˈaɪt jʊɹ ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈʌnz, ˌʌnəwˈɛɹz, ʃˈʊk ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ kˈɔfɪnz æz wiː lˈeɪ, ænd bɹˈoʊk ðə tʃˈænsəl wˈɪndoʊ skwˈɛɹz, wiː θˈɔːt ɪt wʌzðə dʒˈʌdʒmənt dˈeɪ ænd sˈæt ˈʌpɹaɪt.