text_original: At the word soldier, he grew pale as death, and begged on his knees I would think no more of that scheme. "God preserve us all in our right wits!" cried he, "would you turn soldier, and perhaps be sent abroad against the Spaniards, where you must stand and be shot at like a woodcock?
text_transcription: AT THE WORD SOLDIER HE GREW PALE AS DEATH AND BEGGED ON HIS KNEES I WOULD THINK NO MORE OF THAT SCHEME GOD PRESERVE US ALL IN OUR RIGHT WITS CRIED HE WOULD YOU TURN SOLDIER AND PERHAPS BE SENT ABROAD AGAINST THE SPANIARDS WHERE YOU MUST STAND AND BE SHOT AT LIKE A WOODCOCK
phonemes: æt ðə wˈɜːd sˈoʊldʒɚ, hiː ɡɹˈuː pˈeɪl æz dˈɛθ, ænd bˈɛɡd ˌɔn hɪz nˈiːz aɪ wʊd θˈɪŋk nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʌv ðæt skˈiːm. "ɡˈɑːd pɹɪzˈɜːv ˌʌs ˈɔːl ɪn ˌaʊɚ ɹˈaɪt wˈɪts!" kɹˈaɪd hiː, "wʊd juː tˈɜːn sˈoʊldʒɚ, ænd pɚhˈæps biː sˈɛnt ɐbɹˈɔːd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə spˈænɪɚdz, wˌɛɹ juː mˈʌst stˈænd ænd biː ʃˈɑːt æt lˈaɪk ɐ wˈʊdkɑːk?