text_original: "Herr Gott!" cried Swein Poulsson, "I am red face. Aber Herr Gott, I thank thee I am not a nigger. Und my hair is bristles, yes. Davy" (spying me), "I thank Herr Gott it is not vool. Let us in the kitchen go."
text_transcription: FAIR GOOT CRIED SWIN POLESEN I AM RED FACED EVER HAIR GOOT I THANK THEE I AM NOT A NIGGER WHEN THY HAIR IS BRISTLED YES DAVY SPYING ME I THANK GOOD IT IS NOT FOOLED LET US IN THE KITCHEN GO
phonemes: "hˈɛɹ ɡˈɑːt!" kɹˈaɪd swˈeɪn pˈaʊlsən, "aɪɐm ɹˈɛd fˈeɪs. ɐbˈɜː hˈɛɹ ɡˈɑːt, aɪ θˈæŋk ðiː aɪɐm nˌɑːɾə nˈɪɡɚ. ˈʌnd maɪ hˈɛɹ ɪz bɹˈɪsəlz, jˈɛs. dˈeɪvi" (spˈaɪɪŋ mˌiː), "aɪ θˈæŋk hˈɛɹ ɡˈɑːt ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt vˈuːl. lˈɛt ˌʌs ɪnðə kˈɪtʃən ɡˈoʊ."