text_original: In half an hour Pat was in despair again. He had to rest. "Phwat's  ye're  name?" he queried. "Neale." "It ought to be Casey. Fer there was niver but wan loike ye  an' he was Casey.... Mon, ye're sweatin' blood roight now!"
text_transcription: IN HALF AN HOUR PAT WAS IN DESPAIR AGAIN HE HAD TO REST WHAT'S YOUR NAME HE QUERIED NEIL IT ALL OF YOU CASEY FOR THERE IS NEVER BUT ONE LIKE YER AN EVERS CASEY MIN YEH SWEATIN BLOOD RIGHT NOW
phonemes: ɪn hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚ pˈæt wʌz ɪn dᵻspˈɛɹ ɐɡˈɛn. hiː hædtə ɹˈɛst. "pˌiːˈeɪtʃwˈɑːts jˌiːɚ nˈeɪm?" hiː kwˈiəɹɪd. "nˈiːl." "ɪɾ ˈɔːt təbi kˈeɪsi. fˈɜː ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈaɪvɚ bˌʌt wˈæn lˈɔɪk jiː æn hiː wʌz kˈeɪsi.... mˈɑːn, jˌiːɚ swˈɛtɪn blˈʌd ɹˈɔɪt nˈaʊ!"