text_original: And they chopped my boy outen the hickory withes and carried him to the Creek Nation. At a place where there was a standin' stone I broke loose from three of 'em and come here over the mountains, and I ain't had nothin', stranger, but berries and chainey brier root for ten days.
text_transcription: AND THEY CHOPPED MY BOY OUT IN THE HICKORY WITCHES AND CARRIED HIM TO THE GREEK NATION AT A PLACE WHERE THERE WAS A STANDING STONE I BROKE LOOSE FROM THREE OF EM AND COME HERE OVER THE MOUNTAINS AN I AIN'T HAD NOTHING STRANGER BUT BERRIES AND CHAINY BRIAR ROOT FOR TEN DAYS
phonemes: ænd ðeɪ tʃˈɑːpt maɪ bˈɔɪ aʊtˈɛn ðə hˈɪkɚɹi wˈɪðz ænd kˈæɹid hˌɪm tə ðə kɹˈiːk nˈeɪʃən. æɾə plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ stˈændɪn stˈoʊn aɪ bɹˈoʊk lˈuːs fɹʌm θɹˈiː ʌv ˈɛm ænd kˈʌm hˈɪɹ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaʊntɪnz, ænd aɪ ˈeɪnt hæd nˈʌθɪn, stɹˈeɪndʒɚ, bˌʌt bˈɛɹiz ænd tʃˈeɪni bɹˈaɪɚ ɹˈuːt fɔːɹ tˈɛn dˈeɪz.