text_original: I. Half a yard, half a yard. Half a yard onward. All through that narrow way Gasping and out of breath, yet never ponder'd ! " Right, Bill,'' the 'bus cad said, " 'Bout time we were in bed." All through that narrow way. Still he strode onward.
text_transcription: HALF A YARD HALF A YARD HALF A YARD ONWARD ALL THROUGH THAT NARROW WAY GASPING AND OUT OF BREATH YET NEVER PONDERED RIGHT BILL THE BUSHEAD SAID BOUT TIME WE WERE IN BED ALL THROUGH THAT NARROW WAY STILL HE STRODE ONWARD
phonemes: ˈaɪ. hˈæf ɐ jˈɑːɹd, hˈæf ɐ jˈɑːɹd. hˈæf ɐ jˈɑːɹd ˈɑːnwɚd. ˈɔːl θɹuː ðæt nˈæɹoʊ wˈeɪ ɡˈæspɪŋ ænd ˌaʊɾəv bɹˈɛθ, jˈɛt nˈɛvɚ pˈɑːndɚd ! " ɹˈaɪt, bˈɪl,ðə bˈʌs kˈæd sˈɛd, " bˈaʊt tˈaɪm wiː wɜːɹ ɪn bˈɛd." ˈɔːl θɹuː ðæt nˈæɹoʊ wˈeɪ. stˈɪl hiː stɹˈoʊd ˈɑːnwɚd.