text_original: _ But the battle was scatter'd from hill to hill, From the windmill to the watermill; And he said to himself, as it near'd the noon, _Two red roses across the moon.
text_transcription: BUT THE BATTLE WAS SCATTERED FROM HILL TO HILL FROM THE WINDMILL TO THE WATER MILL AND HE SAID TO HIMSELF AS IT NEARED THE NOON TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə bˈæɾəl wʌz skˈæɾɚd fɹʌm hˈɪl tə hˈɪl, fɹʌmðə wˈɪndmɪl tə ðə wˈɔːɾɚmˌɪl; ænd hiː sˈɛd tə hɪmsˈɛlf, æz ɪt nˌɪɹd ðə nˈuːn, tˈuː ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊzᵻz əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈuːn.