text_original: "Thank you, sir, thank you," said the beggar, kneeling down to search for the coin. On rolled the mayor to the banquet. "It was foolish to give her gold," he thought, "but I'm a rich man, and I seldom make such a mistake." That night after the banquet when the mayor sat before a blazing fire in his comfortable chair, the picture of the beggar woman, kneeling in the snow, and fumbling around for the gold piece, came before his eyes.
text_transcription: THANK YOU SIR THANK YOU SAID THE BEGGAR KNEELING DOWN TO SEARCH FOR THE COIN ON RODE THE MAYOR TO THE BANQUET IT WAS FOOLISH TO GIVE HER GOLD HE THOUGHT BUT I AM RICH MAN AND I SELDOM MAKE SUCH A MISTAKE THAT NIGHT AFTER THE BANQUET WHEN THE MAYOR SAT BEFORE A BLAZING FIRE IN HIS COMFORTABLE CHAIR THE PICTURE OF THE BEGGAR WOMAN KNEELING IN THE SNOW AND FUMBLING AROUND FOR THE GOLD PIECE CAME BEFORE HIS EYES
phonemes: "θˈæŋk juː, sˌɜː, θˈæŋk juː," sˈɛd ðə bˈɛɡɚ, nˈiːlɪŋ dˌaʊn tə sˈɜːtʃ fɚðə kˈɔɪn. ˌɔn ɹˈoʊld ðə mˈeɪɚ tə ðə bˈæŋkwɪt. "ɪt wʌz fˈuːlɪʃ tə ɡˈɪv hɜː ɡˈoʊld," hiː θˈɔːt, "bˌʌt aɪm ɐ ɹˈɪtʃ mˈæn, ænd aɪ sˈɛldəm mˌeɪk sˈʌtʃ ɐ mɪstˈeɪk." ðæt nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ ðə bˈæŋkwɪt wɛn ðə mˈeɪɚ sˈæt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ blˈeɪzɪŋ fˈaɪɚɹ ɪn hɪz kˈʌmftəbəl tʃˈɛɹ, ðə pˈɪktʃɚɹ ʌvðə bˈɛɡɚ wˈʊmən, nˈiːlɪŋ ɪnðə snˈoʊ, ænd fˈʌmblɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd fɚðə ɡˈoʊld pˈiːs, kˈeɪm bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz ˈaɪz.