text_original: "I suppose," said Father McCullon, mischievously, "we may call this the first victory of the war, Ralph. You would never have got her if you hadn't changed your tune." But Patsy and Ralph, looking at each other wisely, knew better. The war  why, what had the war to do with their love?
text_transcription: I SUPPOSE SAID FATHER MC CULLEN MISCHIEVOUSLY WE MAY CALL THIS THE FIRST VICTORY OF THE WAR RALPH YOU'D NEVER HAVE GOT HER IF YOU HADN'T CHANGED YOUR TUNE BUT PATSY AND RALPH LOOKING AT EACH OTHER WISELY KNEW BETTER THE WAR WHY WHAT HAD THE WAR TO DO WITH THEIR LOVE
phonemes: "aɪ səpˈoʊz," sˈɛd fˈɑːðɚ mə kˈʌlən, mˈɪstʃɪvəsli, "wiː mˈeɪ kˈɔːl ðɪs ðə fˈɜːst vˈɪktɚɹi ʌvðə wˈɔːɹ, ɹˈælf. juː wʊd nˈɛvɚ hæv ɡɑːt hɜː ɪf juː hˈædənt tʃˈeɪndʒd jʊɹ tˈuːn." bˌʌt pˈætsi ænd ɹˈælf, lˈʊkɪŋ æɾ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ wˈaɪzli, nˈuː bˈɛɾɚ. ðə wˈɔːɹ wˈaɪ, wˌʌt hæd ðə wˈɔːɹ tə dˈuː wɪð ðɛɹ lˈʌv?