text_original: "Colonel," said Terence McCann, "we've brought ye a dhrummer b'y." "We'd have no luck at all without him," said Cowan, and the men laughed. "Can you walk an hundred miles without food, Davy?" asked Colonel Clark, eying me gravely.
text_transcription: COLONEL SAID TERENCE MC CAN WE'VE BROUGHT YOU A DRUMMER BARRY WE'D HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL WITHOUT HIM SAID COWAN AND THE MEN LAUGHED CAN YOU WALK A HUNDRED MILES WITHOUT FOOD DAVY ASKED COLONEL CLARK EYEING ME GRAVELY
phonemes: "kˈɜːnəl," sˈɛd tˈɛɹəns mə kˈæn, "wiːv bɹˈɔːt jiː ɐ dɹˈʌmɚ bˈiːˈaɪ." "wiːd hæv nˈoʊ lˈʌk æɾ ˈɔːl wɪðˈaʊt hˌɪm," sˈɛd kˈaʊən, ænd ðə mˈɛn lˈæft. "kæn juː wˈɔːk æn hˈʌndɹɪd mˈaɪlz wɪðˌaʊt fˈuːd, dˈeɪvi?" ˈæskt kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk, ˈaɪɪŋ mˌiː ɡɹˈeɪvli.