text_original: Never were volunteers mustered more quickly than in that cool April night by the gates of Harrodstown Station. "And we'll fetch Davy along, for luck," cried Cowan, catching sight of me beside him. "Sure we'll be wanting a dhrummer b'y," said McCann.
text_transcription: NEVER WERE VOLUNTEERS MUSTERED MORE QUICKLY THAN IN THAT COOL APRIL NIGHT BY THE GATES OF HARODSTOWN STATION AND WE'LL FETCH DAVY ALONG FOR LUCK CRIED COWWIN CATCHING SIGHT OF ME BESIDE HIM SURE WE'LL BE WANTIN A DRUMMER BOY SAID MACAN
phonemes: nˈɛvɚ wɜː vˌɑːləntˈɪɹz mˈʌstɚd mˈɔːɹ kwˈɪkli ðɐn ɪn ðæt kˈuːl ˈeɪpɹəl nˈaɪt baɪ ðə ɡˈeɪts ʌv hˈæɹədstˌaʊn stˈeɪʃən. "ænd wiːl fˈɛtʃ dˈeɪvi ɐlˈɔŋ, fɔːɹ lˈʌk," kɹˈaɪd kˈaʊən, kˈætʃɪŋ sˈaɪt ʌv mˌiː bᵻsˈaɪd hˌɪm. "ʃˈʊɹ wiːl biː wˈɔntɪŋ ɐ dɹˈʌmɚ bˈiːˈaɪ," sˈɛd mə kˈæn.