text_original: Mon, ye're sweatin' blood roight now!" Pat pointed at Neale's red, wet shirt. Neale slapped his breast, and drops of blood and sweat spattered from under his hand. "An' shure ye're hands are bladin', too!" ejaculated Pat. They were, indeed, but Neale had not noted that. The boss, Reilly, passing by, paused to look and grin. "Pat, yez got some one to kape up with to day. We're half a mile ahead of yestidy this time."
text_transcription: MIN YEH SWEATIN BLOOD RIGHT NOW PAT POINTED AT NEIL'S RED WET SHIRT NEIL SLAPPED HIS BREAST AND DROPS OF BLOOD AND SWEAT SPATTERED UNDER HIS HAND AND SURE YOUR HANDS ARE BLADIN TOO EJACULATED PAT THEY WERE INDEED BUT NEIL HAD NOT NOTICED THAT THE BOSS RILEY PASSING BY PAUSED TO LOOK AND GRIN TAD HAS GOT SOME ONE TO KEEP UP WITH TO DAY WE'RE HALF A MILE AHEAD O YESTERDAY THIS TIME
phonemes: mˈɑːn, jˌiːɚ swˈɛtɪn blˈʌd ɹˈɔɪt nˈaʊ!" pˈæt pˈɔɪntᵻd æt nˈiːlz ɹˈɛd, wˈɛt ʃˈɜːt. nˈiːl slˈæpt hɪz bɹˈɛst, ænd dɹˈɑːps ʌv blˈʌd ænd swˈɛt spˈæɾɚd fɹʌm ˌʌndɚ hɪz hˈænd. "æn ʃjˈʊɹ jˌiːɚ hˈændz ɑːɹ blˈædɪn, tˈuː!" ɪdʒˈækjʊlˌeɪɾᵻd pˈæt. ðeɪ wɜː, ˌɪndˈiːd, bˌʌt nˈiːl hæd nˌɑːt nˈoʊɾᵻd ðˈæt. ðə bˈɔs, ɹˈaɪli, pˈæsɪŋ bˈaɪ, pˈɔːzd tə lˈʊk ænd ɡɹˈɪn. "pˈæt, jˈɛz ɡɑːt sˈʌmwʌn tə kˈeɪp ˌʌp wɪð tə dˈeɪ. wɪɹ hˈæf ɐ mˈaɪl ɐhˈɛd ʌv jˈɛstɪdi ðɪs tˈaɪm."