text_original: "I would I had him for my son," said Colonel Clark, kindly; "but the lad is eleven, and I shall not be twenty six until next November." "Your Excellency not twenty six!" cried Father Gibault, in astonishment. "What will you be when you are thirty?"
text_transcription: I WOULD I HAD HIM FOR MY SON SAID COLONEL CLARK KINDLY BUT THE LAD IS ELEVEN AND I SHALL NOT BE TWENTY SIX UNTIL NEXT NOVEMBER YOUR EXCELLENCY NOT TWENTY SIX CRIED FATHER GIBONE IN ASTONISHMENT WHAT WILL YOU BE WHEN YOU ARE THIRTY
phonemes: "aɪ wʊd aɪ hæd hˌɪm fɔːɹ maɪ sˈʌn," sˈɛd kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk, kˈaɪndli; "bˌʌt ðə lˈæd ɪz ᵻlˈɛvən, ænd aɪʃˌɐl nˌɑːt biː twˈɛnti sˈɪks ʌntˈɪl nˈɛkst noʊvˈɛmbɚ." "jʊɹ ˈɛksələnsi nˌɑːt twˈɛnti sˈɪks!" kɹˈaɪd fˈɑːðɚ dʒˈɪbɔlt, ɪn ɐstˈɑːnɪʃmənt. "wˌʌt wɪl juː biː wɛn juː ɑːɹ θˈɜːɾi?"