text_original: There is life blood reeking there! Where our slaughtered friends are lying; Not boldly slain On the battle plain, But each by his hearth stone dying.
text_transcription: THERE IS LIFE BLOOD REEKING THERE WHERE OUR SLAUGHTERED FRIENDS ARE LYING NOT BOLDLY SLAIN ON THE BATTLE PLAIN BUT EACH BY HIS HEARTHSTONE DYING
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz lˈaɪf blˈʌd ɹˈiːkɪŋ ðˈɛɹ! wˌɛɹ ˌaʊɚ slˈɔːɾɚd fɹˈɛndz ɑːɹ lˈaɪɪŋ; nˌɑːt bˈoʊldli slˈeɪn ɔnðə bˈæɾəl plˈeɪn, bˌʌt ˈiːtʃ baɪ hɪz hˈɑːɹθ stˈoʊn dˈaɪɪŋ.