text_original: _ You scarce could see for the scarlet and blue, A golden helm or a golden shoe: So he cried, as the fight grew thick at the noon, _Two red roses across the moon!_ Verily then the gold bore through The huddled spears of the scarlet and blue; And they cried, as they cut them down at the noon, _Two red roses across the moon!
text_transcription: YOU SCARCE COULD SEE FOR THE SCARLET AND BLUE A GOLDEN HELM OR A GOLDEN SHOE SO HE CRIED AS THE FIGHT GREW THICK AT THE NOON TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON VERILY THEN THE GOLD BORE THROUGH THE HUDDLED SPEARS OF THE SCARLET AND BLUE AND THEY CRIED AS THEY CUT THEM DOWN AT THE NOON TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON
phonemes: juː skˈɛɹs kʊd sˈiː fɚðə skˈɑːɹlɪt ænd blˈuː, ɐ ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛlm ɔːɹ ɐ ɡˈoʊldən ʃˈuː: sˌoʊ hiː kɹˈaɪd, æz ðə fˈaɪt ɡɹˈuː θˈɪk æt ðə nˈuːn, tˈuː ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊzᵻz əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈuːn!vˈɛɹili ðˈɛn ðə ɡˈoʊld bˈɔːɹ θɹuː ðə hˈʌdəld spˈɪɹz ʌvðə skˈɑːɹlɪt ænd blˈuː; ænd ðeɪ kɹˈaɪd, æz ðeɪ kˈʌt ðˌɛm dˌaʊn æt ðə nˈuːn, tˈuː ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊzᵻz əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈuːn!