text_original: Marko soon o'ertakes the flying warriors, From his neck their chieftain's head he sever'd; And the dozen youths his trusty saber Into four and twenty halves divided.
text_transcription: MARCO SOON OVERTAKES THE FLYING WARRIORS FROM HIS NECK THAT CHIEFTAIN'S HEAD HE SEVERED AND A DOZEN YOUTHS HIS TRUSTY SABRE INTO FOUR AND TWENTY HALVES DIVIDED
phonemes: mˈɑːɹkoʊ sˈuːn ˈɔːɹɾeɪks ðə flˈaɪɪŋ wˈɔːɹɪɚz, fɹʌm hɪz nˈɛk ðɛɹ tʃˈiːftənz hˈɛd hiː sˈɛvɚd; ænd ðə dˈʌzən jˈuːθs hɪz tɹˈʌsti sˈeɪbɚɹ ˌɪntʊ fˈɔːɹ ænd twˈɛnti hˈævz dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd.