text_original: "Sho you've come back at lasht, Davy," he said. "You're  you're very  irregular. You'll lose  law bishness. Y you're worse'n Andy Jackson  he's always fightin'." I relieved him, unprotesting, of the drum, thanking my stars there was so much as a stick left of it. He watched me with a silent and exaggerated interest as I laid it on the table. From a distance without came the shouts of the survivors making for the tavern.
text_transcription: SURE YOU'VE COME BACK LAST DAVY HE SAID YOU YOU'RE VERY REGULAR YOU'LL LOSE LOVISHNESS YOU'RE WORSE IN AND DEJECTION HE'S ALWAYS FIGHTIN I RELIEVED HIM UNPROTESTING OF THE DRUM THANKING MY STARS THERE WAS SO MUCH AS A STICK LEFT OF IT HE WATCHED ME WITH A SILENT AND EXAGGERATED INTEREST AS I LAID IT ON THE TABLE FROM A DISTANCE WITHOUT CAME THE SHOUTS OF THE SURVIVORS MAKING FOR THE TAVERN
phonemes: "ʃˈoʊ juːv kˈʌm bˈæk æt lˈæʃt, dˈeɪvi," hiː sˈɛd. "jʊɹ jʊɹ vˈɛɹi ɪɹˈɛɡjʊlɚ. juːl lˈuːz lˈɔː bˈɪʃnəs. wˈaɪ jʊɹ wˈɜːsɛn ˈændi dʒˈæksən hiːz ˈɔːlweɪz fˈaɪtɪn." aɪ ɹᵻlˈiːvd hˌɪm, ʌnpɹətˈɛstɪŋ, ʌvðə dɹˈʌm, θˈæŋkɪŋ maɪ stˈɑːɹz ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ æz ɐ stˈɪk lˈɛft ʌv ɪt. hiː wˈɑːtʃt mˌiː wɪð ɐ sˈaɪlənt ænd ɛɡzˈædʒɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd ˈɪntɹɛst æz aɪ lˈeɪd ɪɾ ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl. fɹʌm ɐ dˈɪstəns wɪðˌaʊt kˈeɪm ðə ʃˈaʊts ʌvðə sɚvˈaɪvɚz mˌeɪkɪŋ fɚðə tˈævɚn.