text_original: Farewell, old Fifty five! inhuman war With blood red hand has o'er thy cycle swept. Horrific still he rolls his thund'ring car 'Mid ghastly wounds, and dying groans unwept.
text_transcription: FAREWELL OLD FIFTY FIVE IN HUMAN WAR WITH BLOOD AT HAND HAS OVER THY CYCLE SWEPT HORRIFIC STILL HE ROLLS HIS THUNDERING CAR MID GHASTLY WOUNDS AND DYING GROANS UNWEPT
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl, ˈoʊld fˈɪfti fˈaɪv! ɪnhjˈuːmən wˈɔːɹ wɪð blˈʌd ɹˈɛd hˈænd hɐz ˈɔːɹ ðˌaɪ sˈaɪkəl swˈɛpt. hɔːɹˈɪfɪk stˈɪl hiː ɹˈoʊlz hɪz θˈʌndɹɪŋ kˈɑːɹ mˈɪd ɡˈæstli wˈuːndz, ænd dˈaɪɪŋ ɡɹˈoʊnz ʌnwˈɛpt.