text_original: "I need my drummer boy, Davy," he said, his face lighting up, "but he will not be a drummer boy now. He will be a trusted officer of high rank, mind you. Come," he cried, seizing me by the arm, "I will write the commission this instant.
text_transcription: I MEAN MY DRUMMER BOY DAVY HE SAID HIS FACE LIGHTING UP BUT HE WILL NOT BE A DRUMMER BOY NOW HE WILL BE A TRUSTED OFFICER OF HIGH RANK MIND YOU COME HE CRIED SEIZING ME BY THE ARM I WILL WRITE THE COMMISSION THIS INSTANT
phonemes: "aɪ nˈiːd maɪ dɹˈʌmɚ bˈɔɪ, dˈeɪvi," hiː sˈɛd, hɪz fˈeɪs lˈaɪɾɪŋ ˈʌp, "bˌʌt hiː wɪl nˌɑːt biː ɐ dɹˈʌmɚ bˈɔɪ nˈaʊ. hiː wɪl biː ɐ tɹˈʌstᵻd ˈɑːfɪsɚɹ ʌv hˈaɪ ɹˈæŋk, mˈaɪnd juː. kˈʌm," hiː kɹˈaɪd, sˈiːzɪŋ mˌiː baɪ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm, "aɪ wɪl ɹˈaɪt ðə kəmˈɪʃən ðɪs ˈɪnstənt.