text_original: "You'll not resemble your mother." "He'll resemble no one," said my father, shortly. "Good by, Davy. Keep this till I come again." And he gave me the parcel made of my mother's gown. Then he lifted me in his strong arms and kissed me, and strode out of the house.
text_transcription: YOU'LL NOT RESEMBLE YOUR MOTHER YOU RESEMBLE NO ONE SAID MY FATHER SHORTLY GOOD BY DAVY KEEP THIS TILL I COME AGAIN AND HE GAVE ME THE PARCEL MADE OF MY MOTHER'S GOWN THEN HE LIFTED ME IN HIS STRONG ARMS AND KISSED ME AND STRODE OUT OF THE HOUSE
phonemes: "juːl nˌɑːt ɹᵻzˈɛmbəl jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ." "hiːl ɹᵻzˈɛmbəl nˈoʊwˈʌn," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, ʃˈɔːɹtli. "ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ, dˈeɪvi. kˈiːp ðɪs tˈɪl aɪ kˈʌm ɐɡˈɛn." ænd hiː ɡˈeɪv mˌiː ðə pˈɑːɹsəl mˌeɪd ʌv maɪ mˈʌðɚz ɡˈaʊn. ðˈɛn hiː lˈɪftᵻd mˌiː ɪn hɪz stɹˈɔŋ ˈɑːɹmz ænd kˈɪst mˌiː, ænd stɹˈoʊd ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈaʊs.