text_original: Tom grinned the more, but was saved the effort of a reply by a loud noise from the bundle. "Here's another," cried Mrs. Cowan to me. "Ye needn't act as if it was an animal. Faith, yereself was like that once, all red an' crinkled. But I warrant ye didn't have the heft," and she lifted it, judicially. "A grand baby," attacking Tom again, "and ye're no more worthy to be his father than Davy here."
text_transcription: TOM GRINNED THE MORE BUT WAS SAVED THE EFFORT OF A REPLY BY A LOUD NOISE FROM THE BUNDLE HERE'S ANOTHER CRIED MISSUS COWIN TO ME YOU NEEDN'T ACT AS IF IT WAS AN ANIMAL FAITH YOURSELF WAS LIKE THAT ONCE ALL RED AND CRICKLED BUT IARN YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE HISFT AND SHE LIFTED IT JUDICIOUSLY A GRAND BABY ATTACKING TOM AGAIN AND YOU KNOW MORE WORTHY TO BE HIS FATHER THAN DAVY HERE
phonemes: tˈɑːm ɡɹˈɪnd ðə mˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt wʌz sˈeɪvd ðɪ ˈɛfɚt əvɚ ɹᵻplˈaɪ baɪ ɐ lˈaʊd nˈɔɪz fɹʌmðə bˈʌndəl. "hˈɪɹz ɐnˈʌðɚ," kɹˈaɪd mˈɪsɪz. kˈaʊən tə mˌiː. "jiː nˈiːdənt ˈækt æz ɪf ɪt wʌz ɐn ˈænɪməl. fˈeɪθ, jˌɜːɹɪsˈɛlf wʌz lˈaɪk ðæt wˈʌns, ˈɔːl ɹˈɛd æn kɹˈɪŋkəld. bˌʌt aɪ wˈɔːɹənt jiː dˈɪdnt hæv ðə hˈɛft," ænd ʃiː lˈɪftᵻd ɪt, dʒuːdˈɪʃəli. "ɐ ɡɹˈænd bˈeɪbi," ɐtˈækɪŋ tˈɑːm ɐɡˈɛn, "ænd jˌiːɚ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ wˈɜːði təbi hɪz fˈɑːðɚ ðɐn dˈeɪvi hˈɪɹ."