text_original: On it was written a sorrow for me greater than my own sorrow. For God had given to this lad every human passion and compassion. The storm rolled away with the night, and Mammy came through the hall with a candle. "Whah is you, Marse Nick? Whah is you, honey?
text_transcription: ON IT WAS WRITTEN A SORROW FOR ME GREATER THAN MY OWN SORROW FOR GOD HAD GIVEN TO THIS LAD EVERY HUMAN PASSION AND COMPASSION THE STORM ROLLED AWAY WITH THE NIGHT AND MAMMY CAME THROUGH THE HALL WITH A CANDLE WHERE'S YOU MARS NICK WHERE IS YOU HONEY
phonemes: ˌɔn ɪt wʌz ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɐ sˈɑːɹoʊ fɔːɹ mˌiː ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ ðɐn maɪ ˈoʊn sˈɑːɹoʊ. fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːd hæd ɡˈɪvən tə ðɪs lˈæd ˈɛvɹi hjˈuːmən pˈæʃən ænd kəmpˈæʃən. ðə stˈɔːɹm ɹˈoʊld ɐwˈeɪ wɪððə nˈaɪt, ænd mˈæmi kˈeɪm θɹuː ðə hˈɔːl wɪð ɐ kˈændəl. "wˈɑː ɪz juː, mˈɑːɹs nˈɪk? wˈɑː ɪz juː, hˈʌni?