text_original: The Maxim stopped firing, and after circling round a couple of times the British machine buzzed contentedly back to bed. And in a field — somewhere behind our lines — there lay for many a day, deep embedded in a hole in the ground, the battered remnants of Panting Lizzie, with its great black cross stuck out of the earth for all to see.
text_transcription: THE MAXIM STOPPED FIRING AND AFTER CIRCLING ROUND A COUPLE OF TIMES THE BRITISH MACHINE BUZZED CONTENTEDLY BACK TO BED AND IN THE FIELD SOMEWHERE BEHIND OUR LINES THERE LAY FOR MANY A DAY DEEP AND BEDDED IN THE HOLE IN THE GROUND THE BATTERED REMAINS OF PANTING LIZZIE WITH ITS GREAT BLACK CROSS STUCK OUT OF THE EARTH FOR ALL TO SEE
phonemes: ðə mˈæksɪm stˈɑːpt fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ, ænd ˈæftɚ sˈɜːklɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ɐ kˈʌpəl ʌv tˈaɪmz ðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ məʃˈiːn bˈʌzd kəntˈɛntᵻdli bˈæk tə bˈɛd. ænd ɪn ɐ fˈiːld — sˈʌmwɛɹ bᵻhˌaɪnd ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪnz — ðɛɹ lˈeɪ fɔːɹ mˈɛni ɐ dˈeɪ, dˈiːp ɛmbˈɛdᵻd ɪn ɐ hˈoʊl ɪnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ðə bˈæɾɚd ɹˈɛmnənts ʌv pˈæntɪŋ lˈɪzi, wɪð ɪts ɡɹˈeɪt blˈæk kɹˈɔs stˈʌk ˌaʊɾəv ðɪ ˈɜːθ fɔːɹ ˈɔːl tə sˈiː.