text_original: The good Creoles approached the fires with the contents of their larders in their hands. Terence tossed me a loaf the size of a cannon ball, and another. "Fetch that wan to wan av the b'ys," said he.
text_transcription: THE GOOD CREOLES APPROACHED THE FIRES WITH THE CONTENTS OF THEIR LARDERS IN THEIR HANDS TERENCE TOSSED ME ALOFT THE SIZE OF A CANNON BALL AND ANOTHER FETS AT ONE TO ONE HAVE THE VORYS SAID HE
phonemes: ðə ɡˈʊd kɹɪˈoʊlz ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt ðə fˈaɪɚz wɪððə kˈɑːntɛnts ʌv ðɛɹ lˈɑːɹdɚz ɪn ðɛɹ hˈændz. tˈɛɹəns tˈɔst mˌiː ɐ lˈoʊf ðə sˈaɪz əvə kˈænən bˈɔːl, ænd ɐnˈʌðɚ. "fˈɛtʃ ðæt wˈæn tə wˈæn ˈæv ðə bˈiːˈaɪz," sˈɛd hiː.