text_original: As he desisted, breathless and panting, he flung me up in the firelight before the eyes of them all, crying:   "It's Davy can bate me!" "Ay, Davy, Davy!" they shouted, for they were in the mood for anything.
text_transcription: AS HE DESISTED BREATHLESS AND PANTING HE FLUNG ME UP IN THE FIRELIGHT BEFORE THE EYES OF ALL CRYING IT'S DAVY CAN BAKE ME AH DAVY DAVY THEY SHOUTED FOR THEY WERE IN THE MOOD FOR ANYTHING
phonemes: æz hiː dɪsˈɪstᵻd, bɹˈɛθləs ænd pˈæntɪŋ, hiː flˈʌŋ mˌiː ˌʌp ɪnðə fˈaɪɚlaɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv ðˌɛm ˈɔːl, kɹˈaɪɪŋ:   "ɪts dˈeɪvi kæn bˈeɪt mˌiː!" "ˈaɪ, dˈeɪvi, dˈeɪvi!" ðeɪ ʃˈaʊɾᵻd, fɔːɹ ðeɪ wɜːɹ ɪnðə mˈuːd fɔːɹ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ.