text_original: Often and often they would nod up to Albert on the wall, and say, "Hold on, old fellow, your time is coming." Or to Joffre, "Feeling pretty good to night, ain't you, Papa Joffre?" Oh, the War Board was certainly enjoying the war  now that it was going their way.
text_transcription: OFTEN AND OFTEN THEY WOULD NOD UP TO ALBERT ON THE WALL AND SAY HOLD ON OLD FELLOW YOUR TIME'S COMING OR TO JOFFREY FEELING PRETTY GOOD TO NIGHT AIN'T YOU PAPA JOFFY OH THE WAR BOARD WAS CERTAINLY ENJOYING THE WAR NOW THAT IT WAS GOING THEIR WAY
phonemes: ˈɔfən ænd ˈɔfən ðeɪ wʊd nˈɑːd ˌʌp tʊ ˈælbɚt ɔnðə wˈɔːl, ænd sˈeɪ, "hˈoʊld ˈɔn, ˈoʊld fˈɛloʊ, jʊɹ tˈaɪm ɪz kˈʌmɪŋ." ɔːɹ tə dʒˈɑːfɚ, "fˈiːlɪŋ pɹˈɪɾi ɡˈʊd tə nˈaɪt, ˈeɪnt juː, pˈɑːpə dʒˈɑːfɚ?" ˈoʊ, ðə wˈɔːɹ bˈɔːɹd wʌz sˈɜːʔn̩li ɛndʒˈɔɪɪŋ ðə wˈɔːɹ nˈaʊ ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ ðɛɹ wˈeɪ.