text_original: "Have a glass of port, Vigil; it's the '47. My father laid it down in '.6, the year before he died. Can't drink it myself  I've had to put down two hogsheads of the Jubilee wine. Paramor, fill your glass. Take that chair next to Paramor, Vigil. You know Barter?" Both Gregory's face and the Rector's were very red. "We're all Harrow men here," went on Mr. Pendyce. And suddenly turning to Mr. Paramor, he said: "Well?"
text_transcription: HAVE A GLASS OF PORT BY DRUGS THE FORTY SEVEN MY FATHER LAID IT DOWN IN FIFTY SIX THE YEAR BEFORE HE DIED CAN'T DRINK IT MYSELF I'VE HAD TO PUT DOWN TWO HOGSHEADS OF THE JUBILEE WINE PARAMOUR FILL YOUR GLASS TAKE THAT CHAIR NEXT TO PARAMOUR ABOUT YOU YOU KNOW BARTER BOTH GREGGOR'S FACE AND THE RECTOR'S WERE VERY RED WE'RE ALL HARROW MEN HERE WENT ON MISTER PANDOSS AND SUDDENLY TURNING TO MISTER PARAMOUR HE SAID WELL
phonemes: "hæv ɐ ɡlˈæs ʌv pˈɔːɹt, vˈɪdʒɪl; ɪts ðə fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən. maɪ fˈɑːðɚ lˈeɪd ɪt dˌaʊn ˈɪn.sˈɪks, ðə jˈɪɹ bᵻfˌɔːɹ hiː dˈaɪd. kˈænt dɹˈɪŋk ɪt maɪsˈɛlf aɪvhˌæd tə pˌʊt dˌaʊn tˈuː hˈɑːɡshɛdz ʌvðə dʒˈuːbɪlˌiː wˈaɪn. pˈæɹəmɚ, fˈɪl jʊɹ ɡlˈæs. tˈeɪk ðæt tʃˈɛɹ nˈɛkst tə pˈæɹəmɚ, vˈɪdʒɪl. juː nˈoʊ bˈɑːɹɾɚ?" bˈoʊθ ɡɹˈɛɡɚɹiz fˈeɪs ænd ðə ɹˈɛktɚz wɜː vˈɛɹi ɹˈɛd. "wɪɹ ˈɔːl hˈæɹoʊ mˈɛn hˈɪɹ," wɛnt ˌɔn mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs. ænd sˈʌdənli tˈɜːnɪŋ tə mˈɪstɚ. pˈæɹəmɚ, hiː sˈɛd: "wˈɛl?"