text_original: I reckon we'll gallop over Louisiany in the face of all the Spaniards ever created. I've got some new whiskey I 'low will sink tallow. Come in, Davy."
text_transcription: I RECKON WE'LL GALLOP OVER LOUISIANA IN THE FACE OF ALL THE SPANIARDS EVER CREATED I'VE GOT SOME NEW WHISKY I ALLOW WE'LL SINK TALLOW COME IN DAVY
phonemes: aɪ ɹˈɛkən wiːl ɡˈæləp ˌoʊvɚ lˈuːɪsˌiəni ɪnðə fˈeɪs ʌv ˈɔːl ðə spˈænɪɚdz ˈɛvɚ kɹiːˈeɪɾᵻd. aɪv ɡɑːt sˌʌm nˈuː wˈɪski aɪ lˈoʊ wɪl sˈɪŋk tˈæloʊ. kˈʌm ˈɪn, dˈeɪvi."