text_original: "To the ports!" cried Polly Ann, as our heads knocked together. To find the rifles and prime them seemed to take an age. Next I was staring through the loophole along a barrel, and beyond it were three black forms in line on a long beam.
text_transcription: TO THE PORTS CRIED POLLY ANN AS OUR HEADS KNOCKED TOGETHER TO FIND THE RIFLES AND PRIME THEM SEEMED TO TAKE AN AGE NEXT I WAS STARING THROUGH THE LOOPHOLE ALONG A BARREL AND BEYOND IT WERE THREE BLACK FORMS IN LINE ON A LONG BEAM
phonemes: "tə ðə pˈɔːɹts!" kɹˈaɪd pˈɑːli ˈæn, æz ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz nˈɑːkt təɡˈɛðɚ. tə fˈaɪnd ðə ɹˈaɪfəlz ænd pɹˈaɪm ðˌɛm sˈiːmd tə tˈeɪk ɐn ˈeɪdʒ. nˈɛkst aɪ wʌz stˈɛɹɪŋ θɹuː ðə lˈuːphoʊl ɐlˈɔŋ ɐ bˈæɹəl, ænd bᵻjˌɔnd ɪt wɜː θɹˈiː blˈæk fˈɔːɹmz ɪn lˈaɪn ˌɔn ɐ lˈɔŋ bˈiːm.