text_original: I fancy I know the bird that made those wild notes: and if it be one of them the shikaree has shot, we shall have a breakfast fit for a prince, and of a kind Lucullus delighted to indulge in. But let us obey the signal of our shikaree, and see whether we're in such good luck."
text_transcription: I FANCY I KNOW THE BIRD THAT MADE THOSE WILD NOTES AND IF IT BE ONE OF THEM THE CHIKARI HAS SHUT WE SHALL HAVE A BREAKFAST FIT FOR A PRINCE AND OF A KIND LUCALUS DELIGHTED TO INDULGE IN BUT LET US OBEY THE SIGNAL OF OUR CHIKARI AND SEE WHETHER WE ARE IN SUCH GOOD LUCK
phonemes: aɪ fˈænsi aɪ nˈoʊ ðə bˈɜːd ðæt mˌeɪd ðoʊz wˈaɪld nˈoʊts: ænd ɪf ɪt biː wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm ðə ʃˈɪkɐɹˌiː hɐz ʃˈɑːt, wiːʃˌɐl hæv ɐ bɹˈɛkfəst fˈɪt fɚɹə pɹˈɪns, ænd əvə kˈaɪnd lˈʌkjʊləs dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd tʊ ɪndˈʌldʒ ˈɪn. bˌʌt lˈɛt ˌʌs oʊbˈeɪ ðə sˈɪɡnəl ʌv ˌaʊɚ ʃˈɪkɐɹˌiː, ænd sˈiː wˈɛðɚ wɪɹ ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɡˈʊd lˈʌk."