text_original: 'Twas then I remarked the splendor of his clothes, which were silk. And he wore a waistcoat all sewed with flowers. With a boy's intuition, I began to dislike him intensely. "Damn the Rebels!" he began. "They've driven his Lordship away.
text_transcription: TWAS THEN I REMARKED THE SPLENDOR OF HIS CLOTHES WHICH WERE SILK AND HE WORE A WAISTCOAT ALL SOWED WITH FLOWERS WITH A BOY'S INTUITION I BEGAN TO DISLIKE HIM INTENSELY DAMN THE REBELS HE BEGAN THEY'VE DRIVEN HIS LORDSHIP AWAY
phonemes: twˈɑːz ðˈɛn aɪ ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt ðə splˈɛndɚɹ ʌv hɪz klˈoʊðz, wˌɪtʃ wɜː sˈɪlk. ænd hiː wˈɔːɹ ɐ wˈeɪstkoʊt ˈɔːl sˈoʊd wɪð flˈaʊɚz. wɪð ɐ bˈɔɪz ɪntuːˈɪʃən, aɪ bɪɡˈæn tə dɪslˈaɪk hˌɪm ɪntˈɛnsli. "dˈæm ðə ɹˈɛbəlz!" hiː bɪɡˈæn. "ðeɪv dɹˈɪvən hɪz lˈɔːɹdʃɪp ɐwˈeɪ.