text_original: And often with a laugh some giant would hand his gun to a neighbor, swing me to his shoulder, and so give me a lift for a weary mile or two; and perchance whisper to me to put down my hand into the wallet of his shirt, where I would find a choice morsel which he had saved for his supper.
text_transcription: AND OFTEN WITH A LAUGH SOME GIANT WOULD HAND HIS GUN TO A NEIGHBOR SWING ME TO HIS SHOULDER AND SO GIVE ME A LIFT FOR A WEARY MILE OR TWO AND PERCHANCE WHISPER TO ME TO PUT DOWN MY HAND INTO THE WALLET OF HIS SHIRT WHERE I WOULD FIND A CHOICE MORSEL WHICH HE HAD SAVED FOR HIS SUPPER
phonemes: ænd ˈɔfən wɪð ɐ lˈæf sˌʌm dʒˈaɪənt wʊd hˈænd hɪz ɡˈʌn tʊ ɐ nˈeɪbɚ, swˈɪŋ mˌiː tə hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ, ænd sˌoʊ ɡˈɪv mˌiː ɐ lˈɪft fɚɹə wˈɪɹi mˈaɪl ɔːɹ tˈuː; ænd pɚtʃˈæns wˈɪspɚ tə mˌiː tə pˌʊt dˌaʊn maɪ hˈænd ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈɔlɪt ʌv hɪz ʃˈɜːt, wˌɛɹ aɪ wʊd fˈaɪnd ɐ tʃˈɔɪs mˈɔːɹsəl wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd sˈeɪvd fɔːɹ hɪz sˈʌpɚ.