text_original: The itinerant merchant no sooner felt somebody shaking him by the shoulder, than he started up, called, as loud as he could, "Thieves, thieves! Lord have mercy upon us!"
text_transcription: THE ITINERANT MERCHANT NO SOONER FELT SOMEBODY SHAKING HIM BY THE SHOULDER THAN HE STARTED UP CALLED AS LOUD AS HE COULD THIEVES THIEVES LORD HAVE MERCY ON US
phonemes: ðɪ aɪtˈɪnɚɹənt mˈɜːtʃənt nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ fˈɛlt sˈʌmbɑːdi ʃˈeɪkɪŋ hˌɪm baɪ ðə ʃˈoʊldɚ, ðɐn hiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˈʌp, kˈɔːld, æz lˈaʊd æz hiː kˈʊd, "θˈiːvz, θˈiːvz! lˈɔːɹd hæv mˈɜːsi əpˌɑːn ˌʌs!"