text_original: "Don't I know all about it, and me a widder and him me only one? But I'm that proud of him now I can't sleep o' nights sometimes. The pluck of him  to get up in the night and go, fearin' I wouldn't let him.
text_transcription: DON'T I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT AND ME A WIDDER AND HIM THE ONLY ONE BUT I'M GOT PROUD OF HIM NOW I CAN'T SLEEP A NIGHT SOMETIMES THE PLUCK OF HIM TO GET UP IN THE NIGHT AND GO FEARING I WOULDN'T LET HIM
phonemes: "dˈoʊnt aɪ nˈoʊ ˈɔːl ɐbˈaʊt ɪt, ænd mˌiː ɐ wˈɪdɚ ænd hˌɪm mˌiː ˈoʊnli wˌʌn? bˌʌt aɪm ðæt pɹˈaʊd ʌv hˌɪm nˈaʊ aɪ kˈænt slˈiːp ˈoʊ nˈaɪts sˈʌmtaɪmz. ðə plˈʌk ʌv hˌɪm tə ɡɛt ˌʌp ɪnðə nˈaɪt ænd ɡˈoʊ, fˈɪɹɪn aɪ wˈʊdənt lˈɛt hˌɪm.