text_original: Valiant in battle—bravely The gory plains he trod, Nor feared the deadly sword thrust, Nor th' battles death strewn sod. And ofttimes 'mid the strife clang, He thought of his fair bride; Whom he should press in triumph, So closely to his side.
text_transcription: VALIANT IN BATTLE BRAVELY THE GORY PLAINS HE TROD NOR FEARED THE DEADLY SWORD THRUST NOR THE BATTLE'S DEATH STREWN SOD AND OFTTIMES MID THE STRIFE CLANG HE THOUGHT OF HIS FAIR BRIDE WHOM HE SHOULD PRESS IN TRIUMPH SO CLOSELY TO HIS SIDE
phonemes: vˈæliənt ɪn bˈæɾəl—bɹˈeɪvli ðə ɡˈɔːɹi plˈeɪnz hiː tɹˈɑːd, nˈɔːɹ fˈɪɹd ðə dˈɛdli sˈɔːɹd θɹˈʌst, nˈɔːɹ tˌiːˈeɪtʃ bˈæɾəlz dˈɛθ stɹˈuːn sˈɑːd. ænd ˈɔfttaɪmz mˈɪd ðə stɹˈaɪf klˈæŋ, hiː θˈɔːt ʌv hɪz fˈɛɹ bɹˈaɪd; hˈuːm hiː ʃˌʊd pɹˈɛs ɪn tɹˈaɪʌmf, sˌoʊ klˈoʊsli tə hɪz sˈaɪd.