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....
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
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....