text_original: It is my code of gallantry, now that I am forced to sigh remote from so many bright eyes ; for, bright as they are, the eyes of our young pris  oner — you know who I mean — have never a message for me.
text_transcription: IT IS MY CODE OF GALLANTRY NOW THAT I AM FORCED TO SIGH REMOTE FROM SO MANY BRIGHT EYES FOR BRIGHT AS THEY ARE THE EYES OF OUR YOUNG PRISONER YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN HAVE NEVER A MESSAGE FOR ME
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz maɪ kˈoʊd ʌv ɡˈæləntɹi, nˈaʊ ðæt aɪɐm fˈɔːɹst tə sˈaɪ ɹᵻmˈoʊt fɹʌm sˌoʊ mˈɛni bɹˈaɪt ˈaɪz ; fɔːɹ, bɹˈaɪt æz ðeɪ ɑːɹ, ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv ˌaʊɚ jˈʌŋ pɹˈɪs ˈoʊnəɚ — juː nˈoʊ hˌuː aɪ mˈiːn — hæv nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ mˈɛsɪdʒ fɔːɹ mˌiː.