text_original: The women were collected too. There was excitement in the air. "Mr. Dick," some one called to him. "Is it true, the war?" "I am afraid so," he said. "And what are they jumping on poor little Serbia for, a big one like Austria? That's your kings for you."
text_transcription: THE WOMEN WERE COLLECTED TOO THERE WAS EXCITEMENT IN THE AIR MISTER DICK SOME ONE CALLED TO HIM IS IT TRUE THE WAR I'M AFRAID SO HE SAID AND WHAT ARE THEY JUMPING ON POOR LITTLE SERPIER FOR A BIG ONE LIKE AUSTRIA THAT'S YOUR KING'S FOR YOU
phonemes: ðə wˈɪmɪn wɜː kəlˈɛktᵻd tˈuː. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɛksˈaɪtmənt ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ. "mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪk," sˈʌmwʌn kˈɔːld tə hˌɪm. "ɪz ɪt tɹˈuː, ðə wˈɔːɹ?" "aɪɐm ɐfɹˈeɪd sˈoʊ," hiː sˈɛd. "ænd wʌt ɑːɹ ðeɪ dʒˈʌmpɪŋ ˌɔn pˈʊɹ lˈɪɾəl sˈɜːbiə fɔːɹ, ɐ bˈɪɡ wˈʌn lˈaɪk ˈɔːstɹiə? ðæts jʊɹ kˈɪŋz fɔːɹ juː."