text_original: "Strike out," cried the monarch, "my charger good, And show if you are of the Sleipner blood." As swift as a storm on the sea his speed; The prayers of the queen does the king not heed.
text_transcription: STRIKE OUT CRIED THE MONARCH MY CHARGE ARE GOOD AND SHOW IF YOU ARE OF THE SLIP NO BLOOD AS SWIFT AS A STORM ON THE SEA HIS SPEED THE PRAYERS OF THE QUEEN DOES THE KING NOT HEED
phonemes: "stɹˈaɪk ˈaʊt," kɹˈaɪd ðə mˈɑːnɚk, "maɪ tʃˈɑːɹdʒɚ ɡˈʊd, ænd ʃˈoʊ ɪf juː ɑːɹ ʌvðə slˈeɪpnɚ blˈʌd." æz swˈɪft æz ɐ stˈɔːɹm ɔnðə sˈiː hɪz spˈiːd; ðə pɹˈɛɹz ʌvðə kwˈiːn dˈʌz ðə kˈɪŋ nˌɑːt hˈiːd.