text_original: It was a grand sight to see the men in red shirts and white Havelocks march down that rocky, winding way, going to their Southern graves, for very few of them ever returned.
text_transcription: IT WAS A GRAND SIGHT TO SEE THE MEN IN RED SHIRTS AND WHITE HAVELOCKS MARCH DOWN THAT ROCKY WINDING WAY GOING TO THEIR SOUTHERN GRAVES FOR VERY FEW OF THEM EVER RETURNED
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ ɡɹˈænd sˈaɪt tə sˈiː ðə mˈɛn ɪn ɹˈɛd ʃˈɜːts ænd wˈaɪt hˈeɪvlɑːks mˈɑːɹtʃ dˌaʊn ðæt ɹˈɑːki, wˈaɪndɪŋ wˈeɪ, ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə ðɛɹ sˈʌðɚn ɡɹˈeɪvz, fɔːɹ vˈɛɹi fjˈuː ʌv ðˌɛm ˈɛvɚ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd.