text_original: A ringing cheer Shows the old fire unquenched; and though no hope Of succour nerves their arm, they face the foe, Till men and their commander sink together, And join in death their comrades gone before.
text_transcription: A RINGING CHEER SHOWS THE OLD FIRE UNQUENCHED AND THOUGH NO HOPE OF SUCCOR NERVES THEIR ARM THEY FACE THE FOE TILL MEN AND THEIR COMMANDER SINK TOGETHER AND JOIN IN DEATH THEIR COMRADES GONE BEFORE
phonemes: ɐ ɹˈɪŋɪŋ tʃˈɪɹ ʃˈoʊz ðɪ ˈoʊld fˈaɪɚɹ ʌŋkwˈɛntʃt; ænd ðˌoʊ nˈoʊ hˈoʊp ʌv sˈʌkɚ nˈɜːvz ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹm, ðeɪ fˈeɪs ðə fˈoʊ, tˈɪl mˈɛn ænd ðɛɹ kəmˈændɚ sˈɪŋk təɡˈɛðɚ, ænd dʒˈɔɪn ɪn dˈɛθ ðɛɹ kˈɑːmɹædz ɡɔn bᵻfˈɔːɹ.