text_original: We must be getting on." Then feeling very merry indeed, he put up his knife and fetched out his newly acquired pouch; shaking it so that all the gold pieces within clinked musically, he strode along, chanting a pagan rhyme of Bacchus and the pleasures of the vine.
text_transcription: WE MUST BE GETTING ON THEN FEELING VERY MERRY INDEED HE PUT UP HIS KNIFE AND FETCHED OUT HIS NEWLY ACQUIRED POUCH SHAKING IT SO THAT ALL THE GOLD PIECES WITHIN CLINKED MUSICALLY HE STRODE ALONG CHANTING A PAGAN RHYME OF BACCHUS AND THE PLEASURES OF THE VINE
phonemes: wiː mˈʌst biː ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ˈɔn." ðˈɛn fˈiːlɪŋ vˈɛɹi mˈɛɹi ˌɪndˈiːd, hiː pˌʊt ˌʌp hɪz nˈaɪf ænd fˈɛtʃt ˈaʊt hɪz nˈuːli ɐkwˈaɪɚd pˈaʊtʃ; ʃˈeɪkɪŋ ɪt sˌoʊ ðæt ˈɔːl ðə ɡˈoʊld pˈiːsᵻz wɪðˌɪn klˈɪŋkt mjˈuːzɪkli, hiː stɹˈoʊd ɐlˈɔŋ, tʃˈæntɪŋ ɐ pˈeɪɡən ɹˈaɪm ʌv bˈækəs ænd ðə plˈɛʒɚz ʌvðə vˈaɪn.