text_original: And at last Sir Lancelot opened his eyes, and said, "O Lavaine, help me on my horse, for two miles from this place there lives a hermit who once was a Knight of the Round Table, and he can heal my wounds."
text_transcription: AD AT LAST SIR LAUNCELOT OPENED HIS EYES AND SAID O LEVAIN HELP ME ON MY HORSE FOR TWO MILES FROM THIS PLACE THERE LIVES A HERMIT WHO ONCE WAS A KNIGHT OF THE ROUND TABLE AND HE CAN HEAL MY WOUNDS
phonemes: ænd æt lˈæst sˌɜː lˈænsɪlˌɑːt ˈoʊpənd hɪz ˈaɪz, ænd sˈɛd, "ˈoʊ lˈæveɪn, hˈɛlp mˌiː ˌɔn maɪ hˈɔːɹs, fɔːɹ tˈuː mˈaɪlz fɹʌm ðɪs plˈeɪs ðɛɹ lˈaɪvz ɐ hˈɜːmɪt hˌuː wˈʌns wʌzɐ nˈaɪt ʌvðə ɹˈaʊnd tˈeɪbəl, ænd hiː kæn hˈiːl maɪ wˈuːndz."