text_original: "By cricky, Davy," said he, "I'm right glad ter see ye ag'in. Readin' the General's bill, are ye? Tarnation, I reckon Washington and all his European fellers east of the mountains won't be able ter hold us back this time. I reckon we'll gallop over Louisiany in the face of all the Spaniards ever created.
text_transcription: BY CRICKY DAVY SAID HE I'M RIGHT GLAD TO SEE YE AGAIN READING A GENERAL'S BILL ARE YER TARNATION I RECKON WASHINGTON AND ALL HIS EUROPEAN FELLERS EAST OF THE MOUNTAINS WON'T BE ABLE TO HOLD US BACK THIS TIME I RECKON WE'LL GALLOP OVER LOUISIANA IN THE FACE OF ALL THE SPANIARDS EVER CREATED
phonemes: "baɪ kɹˈɪki, dˈeɪvi," sˈɛd hiː, "aɪm ɹˈaɪt ɡlˈæd tˈɜː sˈiː jiː ˈæɡɪn. ɹˈiːdɪn ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəlz bˈɪl, ɑːɹ jˈiː? tɑːɹnˈeɪʃən, aɪ ɹˈɛkən wˈɑːʃɪŋtən ænd ˈɔːl hɪz jˌʊɹɹəpˈiən fˈɛlɚz ˈiːst ʌvðə mˈaʊntɪnz woʊnt biː ˈeɪbəl tˈɜː hˈoʊld ˌʌs bˈæk ðɪs tˈaɪm. aɪ ɹˈɛkən wiːl ɡˈæləp ˌoʊvɚ lˈuːɪsˌiəni ɪnðə fˈeɪs ʌv ˈɔːl ðə spˈænɪɚdz ˈɛvɚ kɹiːˈeɪɾᵻd.