text_original: The old skipper's blood was up. "Forecastle there! Mr. Nipper, clap a canister of grape over the round shot in the bow gun, give it to him." "Ay, ay, sir!" gleefully rejoined the boatswain, forgetting the augury, and everything else, in the excitement of the moment.
text_transcription: THE OLD SKIPPER'S BLOOD WAS UP FORECASTLE THERE MISTER NIPPER CLAP A CANISTER OF GRAPE OVER THE ROUND SHOT IN THE BOW AGAIN AND GIVE IT TO HIM AY AY SIR GLEEFULLY REJOINED THE BOATSWAINGETTING THE AUGURY AND EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE EXCITEMENT OF THE MOMENT
phonemes: ðɪ ˈoʊld skˈɪpɚz blˈʌd wʌz ˈʌp. "fˈɔːɹkæsəl ðˈɛɹ! mˈɪstɚ. nˈɪpɚ, klˈæp ɐ kˈænɪstɚɹ ʌv ɡɹˈeɪp ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈaʊnd ʃˈɑːt ɪnðə bˈoʊ ɡˈʌn, ɡˈɪv ɪt tə hˌɪm." "ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ, sˌɜː!" ɡlˈiːfəli ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪnd ðə bˈoʊtsweɪn, fɚɡˈɛɾɪŋ ðɪ ˈɔːɡjʊɹi, ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ ˈɛls, ɪnðɪ ɛksˈaɪtmənt ʌvðə mˈoʊmənt.