text_original: Then quickly out the gold was scurried. The Lion, quite delighted, cried, In tones that showed his joy and pride, "Ye gods! my gold has hatched its brood; And, look! the young ones are all grown Big as the old ones; that is good: The increase comes to me alone."
text_transcription: THEN QUICKLY OUT THE GOLD WAS CARRIED THE LION QUITE DELIGHTED CRIED IN TONES THAT SHOWED HIS JOY AND PRIDE YEA GODS MY GOLD HAS HATCHED ITS BRUTE AND LOOK THE YOUNG ONES ARE ALL GROWN BIG AS THE OLD ONES THAT IS GOOD THE INCREASE COMES TO ME ALONE
phonemes: ðˈɛn kwˈɪkli ˈaʊt ðə ɡˈoʊld wʌz skˈɜːɹid. ðə lˈaɪən, kwˈaɪt dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd, kɹˈaɪd, ɪn tˈoʊnz ðæt ʃˈoʊd hɪz dʒˈɔɪ ænd pɹˈaɪd, "jiː ɡˈɑːdz! maɪ ɡˈoʊld hɐz hˈætʃt ɪts bɹˈuːd; ænd, lˈʊk! ðə jˈʌŋ wˈʌnz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ɡɹˈoʊn bˈɪɡ æz ðɪ ˈoʊld wˌʌnz; ðæt ɪz ɡˈʊd: ðɪ ˈɪŋkɹiːs kˈʌmz tə mˌiː ɐlˈoʊn."