text_original: And when I had done, much to my discomfiture, she seized me in her strong arms and kissed me. "Poor Davy," she cried, "you ain't got a home. You shall come home with us."
text_transcription: AND WHEN I HAD DONE MUCH TO MY DISCOMFITURE SHE SEIZED ME IN HER STRONG ARMS AND KISSED ME PAR DAVY SHE CRIED YOU AIN'T GOT A HOME YOU SHALL COME HOME WITH US
phonemes: ænd wɛn aɪ hæd dˈʌn, mˈʌtʃ tə maɪ dɪskˈʌmfɪtʃɚ, ʃiː sˈiːzd mˌiː ɪn hɜː stɹˈɔŋ ˈɑːɹmz ænd kˈɪst mˌiː. "pˈʊɹ dˈeɪvi," ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, "juː ˈeɪnt ɡɑːt ɐ hˈoʊm. juː ʃˌæl kˈʌm hˈoʊm wɪð ˌʌs."