text_original: I had no sooner pronounced these words than he began to caper about the room, and snap his fingers, crying in a transport, "The day's our own—the day's our own!"
text_transcription: I HAD NO SOONER PRONOUNCED THESE WORDS THAN HE BEGAN TO CAPER ABOUT THE ROOM AND SNAP HIS FINGERS CRYING IN A TRANSPORT THE DAY'S OUR OWN THE DAY'S OUR OWN
phonemes: aɪ hæd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ pɹənˈaʊnst ðiːz wˈɜːdz ðɐn hiː bɪɡˈæn tə kˈeɪpɚɹ ɐbˌaʊt ðə ɹˈuːm, ænd snˈæp hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz, kɹˈaɪɪŋ ɪn ɐ tɹˈænspɔːɹt, "ðə dˈeɪz ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn—ðə dˈeɪz ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn!"