text_original: There hain't a man of ye has the pluck of this little shaver that beats the drum. I wish to God McChesney was here." He turned away to cross the parade ground, followed by the faithful Terence and myself.
text_transcription: THERE AIN'T A MAN OF YOU HAS THE PLUCK OF THIS LITTLE SHAVER THAT BEATS THE DRUM I WISH TO GOD IN A CHESTNA WAS HERE HE TURNED AWAY TO CROSS THE PARADE GROUND FOLLOWED BY THE FAITHFUL TERENCE AND MYSELF
phonemes: ðɛɹ hˈeɪnt ɐ mˈæn ʌv jiː hɐz ðə plˈʌk ʌv ðɪs lˈɪɾəl ʃˈeɪvɚ ðæt bˈiːts ðə dɹˈʌm. aɪ wˈɪʃ tə ɡˈɑːd mə tʃˈɛsni wʌz hˈɪɹ." hiː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ tə kɹˈɔs ðə pɚɹˈeɪd ɡɹˈaʊnd, fˈɑːloʊd baɪ ðə fˈeɪθfəl tˈɛɹəns ænd maɪsˈɛlf.