text_original: By the grace of God I heard her answer. "Are ye hurt, Davy?" "No," said I, "no. And you?" We drifted together. 'Twas she who had the presence of mind. "The chest  quick, the chest!"
text_transcription: BY THE GRACE OF GOD I HEARD HER ANSWER ARE YE HURT DAVY NO SAID I NO AND YOU WE DRIFTED TOGETHER TWAS SHE WHO HAD THE PRESENCE OF MINE THE CHEST QUICK THE CHEST
phonemes: baɪ ðə ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv ɡˈɑːd aɪ hˈɜːd hɜːɹ ˈænsɚ. "ɑːɹ jiː hˈɜːt, dˈeɪvi?" "nˈoʊ," sˈɛd ˈaɪ, "nˈoʊ. ænd juː?" wiː dɹˈɪftᵻd təɡˈɛðɚ. twˈɑːz ʃiː hˌuː hæd ðə pɹˈɛzəns ʌv mˈaɪnd. "ðə tʃˈɛst kwˈɪk, ðə tʃˈɛst!"