text_original: It was an evening that made you think of legend and song, of knights riding home across the bridge when the fight was over, of ladies watching from those windows high for the first glimpse of streaming pennon and waving plume.
text_transcription: IT WAS AN EVENING THAT MADE YOU THINK OF LEGEND AND SONG OF NIGHTS RIDING HOME ACROSS THE BRIDGE WHEN THE FIGHT WAS OVER OF LADIES WATCHING FROM THOSE WINDOWS HIGH FOR THE FIRST GLIMPSE OF STREAMING PENNON AND WAVING PLUME
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ɐn ˈiːvnɪŋ ðæt mˌeɪd juː θˈɪŋk ʌv lˈɛdʒənd ænd sˈɔŋ, ʌv nˈaɪts ɹˈaɪdɪŋ hˈoʊm əkɹˌɑːs ðə bɹˈɪdʒ wɛn ðə fˈaɪt wʌz ˈoʊvɚ, ʌv lˈeɪdiz wˈɑːtʃɪŋ fɹʌm ðoʊz wˈɪndoʊz hˈaɪ fɚðə fˈɜːst ɡlˈɪmps ʌv stɹˈiːmɪŋ pˈɛnən ænd wˈeɪvɪŋ plˈuːm.