text_original: Their wives were widows, their children fatherless. In their homesteads was heard the shrill shriek of despair — the cry of bitter agony. Oh, Saxon cruelty, how it cheers my heart to think that you dare not attempt such a deed again
text_transcription: THEIR WIVES WERE WIDOWS THEIR CHILDREN FATHERLESS IN THEIR HOMESTEAD WAS HEARD THE SHRILL SHRIEK OF DESPAIR THE CRY OF BITTER AGONY O SAXON CRUELTY HOW IT CHEERS MY HEART TO THINK THAT YOU DARE NOT ATTEMPT SUCH A DEED AGAIN
phonemes: ðɛɹ wˈaɪvz wɜː wˈɪdoʊz, ðɛɹ tʃˈɪldɹən fˈɑːðɚləs. ɪn ðɛɹ hˈoʊmstɛdz wʌz hˈɜːd ðə ʃɹˈɪl ʃɹˈiːk ʌv dᵻspˈɛɹ — ðə kɹˈaɪ ʌv bˈɪɾɚɹ ˈæɡəni. ˈoʊ, sˈæksən kɹˈuːəlti, hˌaʊ ɪt tʃˈɪɹz maɪ hˈɑːɹt tə θˈɪŋk ðæt juː dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt ɐtˈɛmpt sˈʌtʃ ɐ dˈiːd ɐɡˈɛn