text_original: It is out here near a place called Nashboro, where this wild, long faced Mr. Jackson says he is going soon. I crossed the mountains to have a look at it, fell in with Nollichucky Jack, and went off with him for a summer campaign. There's a man for you, Davy," he cried, "a man to follow through hell fire. If they touch a hair of his head we'll sack the State of North Carolina from Morganton to the sea." "But the land?" I asked.
text_transcription: IT'S OUT HERE NEAR A PLACE CALLED NASHBORO WHERE THIS WILD LONG FACED MISTER JACKSON SAYS HE'S GOING SOON I CROSSED THE MOUNTAINS TO HAVE A LOOK AT IT FELL IN WITH NALLA CHUCKY JACK AND WENT OFF WITH HIM FOR A SUMMER CAMPAIGN THERE'S A MAN FOR YOU DAVY HE CRIED A MAN TO FOLLOW THROUGH HELL FIRE IF THEY TOUCH A HAIR OF HIS HEAD WE'LL SACK THE STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA FROM MORGINGTON TO THE SEA BUT THE LAND I ASKED
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz ˈaʊt hˈɪɹ nˌɪɹ ɐ plˈeɪs kˈɔːld nˈæʃbɚɹˌoʊ, wˌɛɹ ðɪs wˈaɪld, lˈɔŋ fˈeɪsd mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈæksən sˈɛz hiː ɪz ɡˌoʊɪŋ sˈuːn. aɪ kɹˈɔst ðə mˈaʊntɪnz tə hæv ɐ lˈʊk ˈæɾɪt, fˈɛl ɪn wɪð nˈoʊlɪtʃˌʌki dʒˈæk, ænd wɛnt ˈɔf wɪð hˌɪm fɚɹə sˈʌmɚ kæmpˈeɪn. ðɛɹz ɐ mˈæn fɔːɹ juː, dˈeɪvi," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "ɐ mˈæn tə fˈɑːloʊ θɹuː hˈɛl fˈaɪɚ. ɪf ðeɪ tˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈɛɹ ʌv hɪz hˈɛd wiːl sˈæk ðə stˈeɪt ʌv nˈɔːɹθ kˌæɹəlˈaɪnə fɹʌm mˈɔːɹɡæntən tə ðə sˈiː." "bˌʌt ðə lˈænd?" aɪ ˈæskt.