text_original: The silver sledge flashed in the sunlight and fell. The sound of the driving stroke did not come to Neale with the familiar spang of iron; it was soft, mellow, golden. A last stroke! The silence vibrated to a deep, hoarse acclaim from hundreds of men  a triumphant, united hurrah, simultaneously sent out with that final message, "Done!"
text_transcription: THE SILVER SLEDGE FLASHED IN THE SUNLIGHT AND FELL THE SOUND OF THE DRIVING STROKE DID NOT COME TO NEIL WITH THE FAMILIAR SPANG OF IRON IT WAS SOFT MELLOW GOLDEN A LAST STROKE THE SILENCE VIBRATED TO A DEEP HOARSE ACCLAIM FROM HUNDREDS OF MEN A TRIUMPHANT UNITED HURRAH SIMULTANEOUSLY SENT OUT WITH THAT FINAL MESSAGE DONE
phonemes: ðə sˈɪlvɚ slˈɛdʒ flˈæʃt ɪnðə sˈʌnlaɪt ænd fˈɛl. ðə sˈaʊnd ʌvðə dɹˈaɪvɪŋ stɹˈoʊk dɪdnˌɑːt kˈʌm tə nˈiːl wɪððə fəmˈɪlɪɹ spˈæŋ ʌv ˈaɪɚn; ɪt wʌz sˈɔft, mˈɛloʊ, ɡˈoʊldən. ɐ lˈæst stɹˈoʊk! ðə sˈaɪləns vˈaɪbɹeɪɾᵻd tʊ ɐ dˈiːp, hˈɔːɹs ɐklˈeɪm fɹʌm hˈʌndɹɪdz ʌv mˈɛn ɐ tɹaɪˈʌmfənt, juːnˈaɪɾᵻd hɚɹˈɑː, sˌaɪməltˈeɪniəsli sˈɛnt ˈaʊt wɪð ðæt fˈaɪnəl mˈɛsɪdʒ, "dˈʌn!"