text_original: cried Sir Lavaine, and he loosed Sir Lancelot's helm and coat of mail, and turned him so that the wind might blow on him, but for full half an hour he lay as if he had been dead.
text_transcription: CRIED SIR LAVAIN AND HE LOOSED SIR LAUNCELOT'S HELM AND COAT OF MAIL AND TURNED HIM SO THAT THE WIND MIGHT BLOW ON HIM BUT FOR FULL HALF AN HOUR HE LAY AS IF HE HAD BEEN DEA
phonemes: kɹˈaɪd sˌɜː lˈæveɪn, ænd hiː lˈuːst sˌɜː lˈænsɪlˌɑːts hˈɛlm ænd kˈoʊt ʌv mˈeɪl, ænd tˈɜːnd hˌɪm sˌoʊ ðætðə wˈɪnd mˌaɪt blˈoʊ ˈɔn hˌɪm, bˌʌt fɔːɹ fˈʊl hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚ hiː lˈeɪ æz ɪf hiː hɐdbɪn dˈɛd.