text_original: There is not the same amount of carousing in the British army as in the days when I was a "gilded popinjay" (in the language of Mr. John Burns; "a five and twopenny assassin," in the words of somebody else).
text_transcription: THERE IS NOT THE SAME AMOUNT OF CAROUSING IN THE BRITISH ARMY AS IN THE DAYS WHEN I WAS A GILDED POPINJAY IN THE LANGUAGE OF MISTER JOHN BURNS A FIVE AND TUPPENNY ASSASSIN IN THE WORDS OF SOMEBODY ELSE
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz nˌɑːt ðə sˈeɪm ɐmˈaʊnt ʌv kɚɹˈaʊzɪŋ ɪnðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ ˈɑːɹmi æz ɪnðə dˈeɪz wˈɛn aɪ wʌzɐ "ɡˈɪldᵻd pˈɑːpɪndʒˌeɪ" (ɪnðə lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ ʌv mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈɑːn bˈɜːnz; "ɐ fˈaɪv ænd tˈuːpɛni ɐsˈæsɪn," ɪnðə wˈɜːdz ʌv sˈʌmbɑːdi ˈɛls).