text_original: "Davy," he cried, "come out here and hug me. Why, you look as if I were your grandmother's ghost." "And if you were," I answered, "you could not have surprised me more. Where have you been?" "At Jonesboro, acting the gallant with the widow, winning and losing skins and cow bells and land at rattle and snap, horse racing with that wild Mr. Jackson. Faith, he near shot the top of my head off because I beat him at Greasy Cove."
text_transcription: DAVY HE CRIED COME OUT HERE AND HUG ME WILL YOU LOOK AS IF I WERE YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S GHOST AND IF YOU WERE I ANSWERED YOU COULD NOT HAVE SURPRISED ME MORE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AT JONESBOROUGH ACTING THE GALLANT WITH THE WIDOW WINNING AND LOSING SKINS AND COW BELLS AND LAND AND RATTLE AND SNAP HORSE RACING WITH THAT WILD MISTER JACKSON FAITH HE NEARLY SHOT THE TOP OF MY HEAD OFF BECAUSE I BEAT HIM AT GREASY COVE
phonemes: "dˈeɪvi," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "kˈʌm ˈaʊt hˈɪɹ ænd hˈʌɡ mˌiː. wˈaɪ, juː lˈʊk æz ɪf aɪ wɜː jʊɹ ɡɹˈændmʌðɚz ɡˈoʊst." "ænd ɪf juː wɜː," aɪ ˈænsɚd, "juː kʊd nˌɑːɾɐv sɚpɹˈaɪzd mˌiː mˈɔːɹ. wˌɛɹ hˈæv juː bˌɪn?" "æt dʒˈoʊnsbɚɹˌoʊ, ˈæktɪŋ ðə ɡˈælənt wɪððə wˈɪdoʊ, wˈɪnɪŋ ænd lˈuːzɪŋ skˈɪnz ænd kˈaʊ bˈɛlz ænd lˈænd æt ɹˈæɾəl ænd snˈæp, hˈɔːɹs ɹˈeɪsɪŋ wɪð ðæt wˈaɪld mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈæksən. fˈeɪθ, hiː nˌɪɹ ʃˈɑːt ðə tˈɑːp ʌv maɪ hˈɛd ˈɔf bɪkˈʌz aɪ bˈiːt hˌɪm æt ɡɹˈiːzi kˈoʊv."