text_original: Down on the peasants then Rode the Republic's men, Trampling the corn again, Miring the flowers; Hewed thro' the rebels nigh, Scoffed at the women's cry, Set the tricolor high On the church towers.
text_transcription: DOWN ON THE PEASANTS THEN RODE THE REPUBLICS MEN TRAMPLING THE CORN AGAIN MIRING THE FLOWERS HEWED THROUGH THE REBEL'S NIGH SCOFFED AT THE WOMEN'S CRY SET THE DRY COLLAR HIGH ON THE CHURCH TOWERS
phonemes: dˌaʊn ɔnðə pˈɛzənts ðˈɛn ɹˈoʊd ðə ɹᵻpˈʌblɪkz mˈɛn, tɹˈæmplɪŋ ðə kˈɔːɹn ɐɡˈɛn, mˈɪɹɪŋ ðə flˈaʊɚz; hjˈuːd θɹˈoʊ ðə ɹˈɛbəlz nˈaɪ, skˈɔft æt ðə wˈɪmɪnz kɹˈaɪ, sˈɛt ðə tɹˈaɪkʌlɚ hˈaɪ ɔnðə tʃˈɜːtʃ tˈaʊɚz.