text_original: My father was pushing the white mare into the ditch to ride by, when one hailed him. "Hullo, my man," said he, "are you a friend to Congress?" "I'm off to Charlestown to leave the lad," said my father, "and then to fight the Cherokees."
text_transcription: MY FATHER WAS PUSHING THE WHITE MARE INTO THE DITCH TO RIDE BY WHEN ONE HAILED HIM HELLO MY MAN SAID HE ARE YOU A FRIEND TO CONGRESS I'M OFF TO CHARLESTOWN TO LEAVE THE LAD SAID MY FATHER AND THEN TO FIGHT THE CHEROKEES
phonemes: maɪ fˈɑːðɚ wʌz pˈʊʃɪŋ ðə wˈaɪt mˈɛɹ ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɪtʃ tə ɹˈaɪd bˈaɪ, wˌɛn wˈʌn hˈeɪld hˌɪm. "hˈʌloʊ, maɪ mˈæn," sˈɛd hiː, "ɑːɹ juː ɐ fɹˈɛnd tə kˈɑːŋɡɹəs?" "aɪm ˈɔf tə tʃˈɑːɹlztaʊn tə lˈiːv ðə lˈæd," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, "ænd ðˈɛn tə fˈaɪt ðə tʃˈɛɹoʊkˌiːz."