text_original: "Swimmin', is it?" said Terence; "sure, the divil made worse things than wather. And Hamilton's beyant." "I reckon that'll fetch us through," Bill Cowan put in grimly.
text_transcription: SWIMMING IT IS SAID TERENCE SURE THE DIVIL MADE WORSE THINGS THAN WEATHER AND HAMILTON'S BEYOND I RECKON THAT'LL FETCH US THROUGH BILL COWAN PUT IN GRIMLY
phonemes: "swˈɪmɪn, ɪz ɪt?" sˈɛd tˈɛɹəns; "ʃˈʊɹ, ðə dˈɪvəl mˌeɪd wˈɜːs θˈɪŋz ðɐn wˈɑːthɚ. ænd hˈæməltənz bˈeɪənt." "aɪ ɹˈɛkən ðˌæɾəl fˈɛtʃ ˌʌs θɹˈuː," bˈɪl kˈaʊən pˌʊt ɪn ɡɹˈɪmli.