text_original: ''Tis good enough for a farmer,' says Tom. 'Who holds under Henderson's grant,' I cried. ''Twas that you wished to say an hour ago,' and I saw I had caught him fair." "By the eternal!" cried Colonel Clark, bringing down his fist upon the table. "And what then?"
text_transcription: TIS GOOD ENOUGH FOR A FARMER SAYS TOM WHO HOLDS UNDER HENDERSON'S GRANT I CRIED TWAS THAT YOU WISHED TO SAY AN HOUR AGO AND I SAW I'D CAUGHT HIM FAIR BY THE ETERNAL CRIED COLONEL CLARK BRINGING DOWN HIS FIST UPON THE TABLE AND WHAT THEN
phonemes: tˈɪz ɡˈʊd ɪnˈʌf fɚɹə fˈɑːɹmɚ,sˈɛz tˈɑːm. hˌuː hˈoʊldz ˌʌndɚ hˈɛndɚsənz ɡɹˈænt,aɪ kɹˈaɪd. twˈɑːz ðæt juː wˈɪʃt tə sˈeɪ ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ ɐɡˈoʊ,ænd aɪ sˈɔː aɪ hæd kˈɔːt hˌɪm fˈɛɹ." "baɪ ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl!" kɹˈaɪd kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk, bɹˈɪŋɪŋ dˌaʊn hɪz fˈɪst əpˌɑːn ðə tˈeɪbəl. "ænd wʌt ðˈɛn?"