text_original: Casey, the old lineman, grinned at him over the familiar short, black pipe. "B'gorra, it's me ould fri'nd Neale." "It sure is. How're you Casey?" "Pritty good fur an ould soldier.... An' it's news I hear of yez, me boy." "What news?" "Shure yez hed a boost. Gineral Lodge hisself wor tellin' Grady, the boss, that yez had been given charge of Number Ten." "Yes, that's correct." "I'm dom' glad to hear ut," declared the Irishman.
text_transcription: CASEY THE OLD LIMEMAN GRINNED AT HIM OVER THE FAMILIAR SHORT BLACK PIPE A GORGE ME OLD FRIEND NEIL SURE IS HOW ARE YOU CASEY PRETTY GOOD FOR AN OLD SOLDIER AND IT'S NEWS I HEAR USE ME BOY WHAT NEWS SURE YOU'VE HAD A BOOST GENERAL LODGE HISSELF WERE TELLING GRADY THE BOLS THAT YOU'S HAS BEEN GIVEN CHARGE IN NUMBER TEN YES THAT'S CORRECT I'M DONE GLAD TO HEAR IT DECLARED THE IRISHMAN
phonemes: kˈeɪsi, ðɪ ˈoʊld lˈaɪnmən, ɡɹˈɪnd æt hˌɪm ˌoʊvɚ ðə fəmˈɪlɪɹ ʃˈɔːɹt, blˈæk pˈaɪp. "bˈiːɡˈɔɹə, ɪts mˌiː ˈʊd fɹˈɪnd nˈiːl." "ɪt ʃˈʊɹ ɪz. hˌaʊɚ juː kˈeɪsi?" "pɹˈɪɾi ɡˈʊd fˈɜːɹ ɐn ˈʊd sˈoʊldʒɚ.... æn ɪts nˈuːz aɪ hˈɪɹ ʌv jˈɛz, mˌiː bˈɔɪ." "wˌʌt nˈuːz?" "ʃjˈʊɹ jˈɛz hˈɛd ɐ bˈuːst. dʒˈɪnɚɹəl lˈɑːdʒ hɪsˈɛlf wˈɜː tˈɛlᵻn ɡɹˈeɪdi, ðə bˈɔs, ðæt jˈɛz hɐdbɪn ɡˈɪvən tʃˈɑːɹdʒ ʌv nˈʌmbɚ tˈɛn." "jˈɛs, ðæts kɚɹˈɛkt." "aɪm dˈɑːm ɡlˈæd tə hˈɪɹ ˈʌt," dᵻklˈɛɹd ðɪ ˈaɪɹɪʃmən.