text_original: When pretty well breathed  our waifs were grown too hardy by that time to be easily exhausted  the Guardian got them to sit round him and sing that sweet hymn: "Shall we gather at the river?"
text_transcription: WHEN PRETTY WELL BREATHED OUR WAIFS GROWN TOO HARDY BY THAT TIME TO BE EASILY EXHAUSTED THE GUARDIAN GOT THEM TO SIT ROUND HIM AND SING THAT SWEET HYMN SHALL WE GATHER AT THE RIVER
phonemes: wˌɛn pɹˈɪɾi wˈɛl bɹˈiːðd ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪfs wɜː ɡɹˈoʊn tˈuː hˈɑːɹdi baɪ ðæt tˈaɪm təbi ˈiːzili ɛɡzˈɔːstᵻd ðə ɡˈɑːɹdiən ɡɑːt ðˌɛm tə sˈɪt ɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm ænd sˈɪŋ ðæt swˈiːt hˈɪm: "ʃˌæl wiː ɡˈæðɚɹ æt ðə ɹˈɪvɚ?"