text_original: Uncle Crawford did take us in. He was a man of substance in that country,  a north of Ireland man by birth, if I remember right. I went to bed with the red headed boy, whose name was Andy Jackson. I remember that his mother came into our little room under the eaves and made Andy say his prayers, and me after him. But when she was gone out, Andy stumped his toe getting into bed in the dark and swore with a brilliancy and vehemence that astonished me.
text_transcription: UNCLE CRAWFORD DID TAKE US IN HE WAS A MAN OF SUBSTANCE IN THAT COUNTRY A NORTH OF IRELAND MAN BY BIRTH IF I REMEMBER RIGHT I WENT TO BED WITH THE RED HEADED BOY WHOSE NAME WAS ANDY JACKSON I REMEMBER THAT HIS MOTHER CAME INTO OUR LITTLE ROOM UNDER THE EAVES AND MADE ANDY SAY HIS PRAYERS AND ME AFTER HIM BUT WHEN SHE WAS GONE OUT ANDY STUMPED HIS TOE GETTING INTO BED IN THE DARK AND SWORE WITH A BRILLIANCY AND VEHEMENCE THAT ASTONISHED ME
phonemes: ˈʌŋkəl kɹˈɔːfɚd dˈɪd tˈeɪk ˌʌs ˈɪn. hiː wʌzɐ mˈæn ʌv sˈʌbstəns ɪn ðæt kˈʌntɹi,  ɐ nˈɔːɹθ ʌv ˈaɪɚlənd mˈæn baɪ bˈɜːθ, ɪf aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ɹˈaɪt. aɪ wɛnt tə bˈɛd wɪððə ɹˈɛd hˈɛdᵻd bˈɔɪ, hˌuːz nˈeɪm wʌz ˈændi dʒˈæksən. aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðæt hɪz mˈʌðɚ kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl ɹˈuːm ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈiːvz ænd mˌeɪd ˈændi sˈeɪ hɪz pɹˈɛɹz, ænd mˌiː ˈæftɚ hˌɪm. bˌʌt wɛn ʃiː wʌz ɡɔn ˈaʊt, ˈændi stˈʌmpt hɪz tˈoʊ ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ˌɪntʊ bˈɛd ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk ænd swˈɔːɹ wɪð ɐ bɹˈɪliənsi ænd vˈiəməns ðæt ɐstˈɑːnɪʃt mˌiː.