text_original: One happy, careless glance, and Francis was on the friendly shore, had leaped on his horse and made it prance and curvet as he cried, '' Now, at last, I am a King again
text_transcription: ONE HAPPY CARELESS GLANCE AND FRANCIS WAS ON THE FRIENDLY SHORE HAD LEAPED ON HIS HORSE AND MADE IT PRANCE AND CURVETTE AS HE CRIED NOW AT LAST I AM A KING AGAIN
phonemes: wˈʌn hˈæpi, kˈɛɹləs ɡlˈæns, ænd fɹˈænsɪs wʌz ɔnðə fɹˈɛndli ʃˈɔːɹ, hæd lˈiːpt ˌɔn hɪz hˈɔːɹs ænd mˌeɪd ɪt pɹˈæns ænd kˈɜːvɪt æz hiː kɹˈaɪd, nˈaʊ, æt lˈæst, aɪɐm ɐ kˈɪŋ ɐɡˈɛn