text_original: I know not whence it comes, nor where It goes. For me it doth not care — Whether I starve, or eat, or sleep, Or live, or die, or sing, or weep. And now the banners are all bright, Now torn and blackened by the fight.
text_transcription: I KNOW NOT WHENCE IT COMES NOR WHERE IT GOES FOR ME IT DOTH NOT CARE WHETHER I STARVE OR EAT OR SLEEP OR LIVE OR DIE OR SING OR WEEP AND NOW THE BANNERS ARE ALL BRIGHT NOW TORN AND BLACKENED BY THE FIGHT
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wˈɛns ɪt kˈʌmz, nˈɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ɪt ɡˈoʊz. fɔːɹ mˌiː ɪt dʌθ nˌɑːt kˈɛɹ — wˈɛðɚɹ aɪ stˈɑːɹv, ɔːɹ ˈiːt, ɔːɹ slˈiːp, ɔːɹ lˈaɪv, ɔːɹ dˈaɪ, ɔːɹ sˈɪŋ, ɔːɹ wˈiːp. ænd nˈaʊ ðə bˈænɚz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl bɹˈaɪt, nˈaʊ tˈɔːɹn ænd blˈækənd baɪ ðə fˈaɪt.