text_original: "Evenin', Squire; nice evenin'. Faine weather fur th' hay!" The voice was warped and wavery. '.his is my Squire,' it seemed to say, 'whatever ther' be agin him!' Mr. Pendyce's hand went up to his hat. "Evenin', Hermon. Aye, fine weather for the hay! Mrs. Pendyce has gone up to London. We young bachelors, ha!" He passed on. Not until he had gone some way did he perceive why he had made that announcement.
text_transcription: EVENING SQUIRE NICE EVENING FINE WEATHER FOR THE HAY THE VOICE WAS WARPED AND WAVERING THIS IS MY SQUIRE IT SEEMED TO SAY WHATEVER THERE BEGINNING MISTER PENDISE'S HAND WENT UP TO HIS HAT EVENING HERMAN I FIND WEATHER FOR THE HAY MISSUS PENDISE IS GONE UP TO LONDON WE YOUNG BACHELORS EH HE PASSED ON NOT UNTIL HE HAD GONE SOME WAY DID HE PERCEIVE WHY HE HAD MADE THAT ANNOUNCEMENT
phonemes: "ˈiːvənˌɪn, skwˈaɪɚ; nˈaɪs ˈiːvənˌɪn. fˈeɪn wˈɛðɚ fˈɜː tˌiːˈeɪtʃ hˈeɪ!" ðə vˈɔɪs wʌz wˈɔːɹpt ænd wˈeɪvɚɹi..hɪz ɪz maɪ skwˈaɪɚ,ɪt sˈiːmd tə sˈeɪ, wʌtˈɛvɚ ðɚ biː ɐɡˈɪn hˌɪm!mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪsᵻz hˈænd wɛnt ˌʌp tə hɪz hˈæt. "ˈiːvənˌɪn, hˈɜːmən. ˈaɪ, fˈaɪn wˈɛðɚ fɚðə hˈeɪ! mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs hɐz ɡɔn ˌʌp tə lˈʌndən. wiː jˈʌŋ bˈætʃəlɚz, hˈɑː!" hiː pˈæst ˈɔn. nˌɑːt ʌntˈɪl hiː hæd ɡɔn sˌʌm wˈeɪ dˈɪd hiː pɚsˈiːv wˌaɪ hiː hæd mˌeɪd ðæt ɐnˈaʊnsmənt.