text_original: After having drunk to our healths in a bumper of good Burgundy, he began to inquire into our situation, particularly the place of our nativity, which we no sooner named than he started up, and, wringing our hands with great fervour, shed a flood of tears, crying, "I come from the same part of the country!
text_transcription: AFTER HAVING DRUNK TO OUR HELLS IN A BUMPER OF GOOD BURGUNDY HE BEGAN TO INQUIRE INTO OUR SITUATION PARTICULARLY THE PLACE OF OUR NATIVITY WHICH WE NO SOONER NAMED THAN HE STARTED UP AND WRINGING OUR HANDS WITH GREAT FERVOR SHED A FLOOD OF TEARS CRYING I COME FROM THE SAME PART OF THE COUNTRY
phonemes: ˈæftɚ hˌævɪŋ dɹˈʌŋk tʊ ˌaʊɚ hˈɛlθs ɪn ɐ bˈʌmpɚɹ ʌv ɡˈʊd bˈɜːɡʌndi, hiː bɪɡˈæn tʊ ɪŋkwˈaɪɚɹ ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ sˌɪtʃuːˈeɪʃən, pɚtˈɪkjʊlɚli ðə plˈeɪs ʌv ˌaʊɚ nɐtˈɪvᵻɾi, wˌɪtʃ wiː nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ nˈeɪmd ðɐn hiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˈʌp, ænd, ɹˈɪŋɪŋ ˌaʊɚ hˈændz wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɜːvɚ, ʃˈɛd ɐ flˈʌd ʌv tˈɪɹz, kɹˈaɪɪŋ, "aɪ kˈʌm fɹʌmðə sˈeɪm pˈɑːɹt ʌvðə kˈʌntɹi!