text_original: For the backwoodsmen were children of nature. Bill Cowan ran for the fiddle which he had carried so carefully over the mountain, and that night we had jigs and reels on the common while the big fellow played "Billy of the Wild Woods" and "Jump Juba," with all his might, and the pine knots threw their fitful, red light on the wild scenes of merriment.
text_transcription: FOR THE BACKWOODSMEN WERE CHILDREN OF NATURE BILL COWAN RAN FOR THE FIDDLE WHICH HE HAD CARRIED SO CAREFULLY OVER THE MOUNTAIN AND THAT WE HAD JIGS AND REELS ON THE COMMON WHILE THE BIG FELLOW PLAYED BILLY OF THE WILD WOODS AND JUMP JUBAH WITH ALL HIS MIGHT AND THE PINE KNOTS THREW THEIR FITFUL RED LIGHT ON THE WILD SCENES OF MERRIMENT
phonemes: fɚðə bˈækwʊdzmˌɛn wɜː tʃˈɪldɹən ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. bˈɪl kˈaʊən ɹˈæn fɚðə fˈɪdəl wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd kˈæɹid sˌoʊ kˈɛɹfəli ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaʊntɪn, ænd ðæt nˈaɪt wiː hæd dʒˈɪɡz ænd ɹˈiːlz ɔnðə kˈɑːmən wˌaɪl ðə bˈɪɡ fˈɛloʊ plˈeɪd "bˈɪli ʌvðə wˈaɪld wˈʊdz" ænd "dʒˈʌmp dʒˈuːbə," wɪð ˈɔːl hɪz mˈaɪt, ænd ðə pˈaɪn nˈɑːts θɹˈuː ðɛɹ fˈɪtfəl, ɹˈɛd lˈaɪt ɔnðə wˈaɪld sˈiːnz ʌv mˈɛɹɪmənt.