text_original: In those golden days with which our comedy concerns itself, a gibbet stood on Wapping wharf and pirates stepped off the fatal cart to a hangman's jest. We may hear the shouts of the 'prentice lads echoing across the centuries.
text_transcription: IN THOSE GOLDEN DAYS WITH WHICH OUR COMEDY CONCERNS ITSELF A GIBBET STOOD ON WHOPPING WHARF AND PIRATES STEPPED OFF THE FATAL CART TO A HANGMAN'S JEST WE MAY HEAR THE SHOUTS OF THE PRENTICE LADS ECHOING ACROSS THE CENTURIES
phonemes: ɪn ðoʊz ɡˈoʊldən dˈeɪz wɪð wˌɪtʃ ˌaʊɚ kˈɑːmədi kənsˈɜːnz ɪtsˈɛlf, ɐ dʒˈɪbɪt stˈʊd ˌɔn wˈæpɪŋ wˈɔːɹf ænd pˈaɪɹəts stˈɛpt ˈɔf ðə fˈeɪɾəl kˈɑːɹt tʊ ɐ hˈæŋmənz dʒˈɛst. wiː mˈeɪ hˈɪɹ ðə ʃˈaʊts ʌvðə pɹˈɛntɪs lˈædz ˈɛkoʊɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈɛntʃɚɹiz.