text_original: How clear, sweet, spanging the hammer blows! And there was the old sighing sweep of the wind. Then came a gun shot, the snort of a horse, a loud laugh. Neale heard all with sensitive, recording ears.
text_transcription: HOW CLEAR SWEET SPANGING THE HAMMER BLOWS AND THERE WAS THE OLD SIGHING SWEEP OF THE WIND THEN CAME A GUNSHOT THE SNORT OF A HORSE A LOUD LAUGH NEIL HEARD ALL WITH SENSITIVE RECORDING EARS
phonemes: hˌaʊ klˈɪɹ, swˈiːt, spˈæŋɪŋ ðə hˈæmɚ blˈoʊz! ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ðɪ ˈoʊld sˈaɪɪŋ swˈiːp ʌvðə wˈɪnd. ðˈɛn kˈeɪm ɐ ɡˈʌn ʃˈɑːt, ðə snˈɔːɹt əvə hˈɔːɹs, ɐ lˈaʊd lˈæf. nˈiːl hˈɜːd ˈɔːl wɪð sˈɛnsᵻtˌɪv, ɹᵻkˈɔːɹdɪŋ ˈɪɹz.