text_original: The porter was a mastiff, you must know, Ready to crunch up wolves, and at one blow. The caller paused: "Your servant I remain," He said, and ran and sought the wood again; Swift, but not clever: the remark was made, "This Wolf was not a master of his trade."
text_transcription: THE PORTER WAS A MASTIFF YOU MUST KNOW READY TO CRUNCH UP WOLVES AND AT ONE BLOW THE CALLER PAUSED YOUR SERVANT I REMAIN HE SAID AND RAN AND SOUGHT THE WOOD AGAIN SWIFT BUT NOT CLEVER THE REMARK WAS MADE THIS WOLF WAS NOT A MASTER OF HIS TRADE
phonemes: ðə pˈɔːɹɾɚ wʌzɐ mˈæstɪf, juː mˈʌst nˈoʊ, ɹˈɛdi tə kɹˈʌntʃ ˌʌp wˈʊlvz, ænd æt wˈʌn blˈoʊ. ðə kˈɔːlɚ pˈɔːzd: "jʊɹ sˈɜːvənt aɪ ɹᵻmˈeɪn," hiː sˈɛd, ænd ɹˈæn ænd sˈɔːt ðə wˈʊd ɐɡˈɛn; swˈɪft, bˌʌt nˌɑːt klˈɛvɚ: ðə ɹᵻmˈɑːɹk wʌz mˈeɪd, "ðɪs wˈʊlf wʌz nˌɑːɾə mˈæstɚɹ ʌv hɪz tɹˈeɪd."