text_original: Well, no one came; the bird was right. The third time came the master by: "Our error's great," he said, repentantly: "No friend is better than oneself; Remember that, my boy, it's worth some pelf. Now what to do?
text_transcription: WELL NO ONE CAME THE BIRD WAS RIGHT THE THIRD TIME CAME THE MASTER BY OUR ARROWS GREAT HE SAID REPENTANTLY NO FRIEND IS BETTER THAN ONE'S SELF REMEMBER THAT MY BOY IT'S WORTH SOME PELF NOW WHAT TO DO
phonemes: wˈɛl, nˈoʊwˈʌn kˈeɪm; ðə bˈɜːd wʌz ɹˈaɪt. ðə θˈɜːd tˈaɪm kˈeɪm ðə mˈæstɚ bˈaɪ: "ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɛɹɚz ɡɹˈeɪt," hiː sˈɛd, ɹᵻpˈɛntəntli: "nˈoʊ fɹˈɛnd ɪz bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn wʌnsˈɛlf; ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðˈæt, maɪ bˈɔɪ, ɪts wˈɜːθ sˌʌm pˈɛlf. nˈaʊ wʌt tə dˈuː?