text_original: William was buried on the battle field, and she had come to see James die in hospital. When all was over and her boy was carried to the dead house, they brought her to me, and I have never heard such pathetic, eloquent expressions of grief as those she poured forth in that little, rough, barrach  roora. "Oh, William! William!" she sobbed, "You are lying, to night, in your bloody grave, and your mother will never know where it is! and you, James!
text_transcription: WILLIAM WAS BURIED ON THE BATTLEFIELD AND SHE HAD COME TO SEE JAMES DIE IN HOSPITAL WHEN ALL WAS OVER AND HER BOY WAS CARRIED TO THE DEAD HOUSE THEY BROUGHT HER TO ME AND I HAVE NEVER HEARD SUCH PATHETIC ELOQUENT EXPRESSIONS OF GRIEF AS THOSE SHE POURED FORTH IN THAT LITTLE ROUGH BARRACKS ROOM OH WILLIAM WILLIAM SHE SOBBED YOU ARE LYING TO NIGHT IN YOUR BLOODY GRAVE AND YOUR MOTHER WILL NEVER KNOW WHERE IT IS AND YOU JAMES
phonemes: wˈɪljəm wʌz bˈɛɹid ɔnðə bˈæɾəl fˈiːld, ænd ʃiː hæd kˈʌm tə sˈiː dʒˈeɪmz dˈaɪ ɪn hˈɑːspɪɾəl. wˌɛn ˈɔːl wʌz ˌoʊvɚ ænd hɜː bˈɔɪ wʌz kˈæɹid tə ðə dˈɛd hˈaʊs, ðeɪ bɹˈɔːt hɜː tə mˌiː, ænd aɪ hæv nˈɛvɚ hˈɜːd sˈʌtʃ pɐθˈɛɾɪk, ˈɛləkwənt ɛkspɹˈɛʃənz ʌv ɡɹˈiːf æz ðoʊz ʃiː pˈɔːɹd fˈɔːɹθ ɪn ðæt lˈɪɾəl, ɹˈʌf, bˈæɹætʃ ɹˈɔːɹə. "ˈoʊ, wˈɪljəm! wˈɪljəm!" ʃiː sˈɑːbd, "juː ɑːɹ lˈaɪɪŋ, tə nˈaɪt, ɪn jʊɹ blˈʌdi ɡɹˈeɪv, ænd jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ wɪl nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ wˌɛɹ ɪɾ ˈɪz! ænd juː, dʒˈeɪmz!