text_original: My Gawd! how thot jenteel Spaniard howled! I seen the blade go in an' come out red. Thin Slingerland tore thim apart, an' the greaser fell. He warn't killed. Mebbe he ain't goin' to croak. But he'll shure hev to l'ave Roarin' City, an he'll shure be a cripple fer loife." McDermott looked at the empty glass. "That's all, Gineral. An' if it's jist the same to yez I'll hev another drink."
text_transcription: MY DOG HOW THAT GIN DEAL SPANIARD HOWL I SEEN THE BLADE GO IN AND IT COME OUT RED THEN SLINGERIN TORE THEM APART AND THE GREASER FELL HE WARN'T KILLED MAYBE HE AIN'T GOIN TO CROAK BUT HE'LL SURE HAVE TO LEAVE ROARING CITY AND HE'LL SURE BE A CRIPPLE FOR A LIFE MAC DERMOT LOOKED AT THE EMPTY GLASS THAT'S ALL GENERAL AND IF IT'S JUST THE SAME TO USE I'LL HAVE ANOTHER DRINK
phonemes: maɪ ɡˈɔːd! hˌaʊ θˈɑːt dʒˈɛntiːl spˈænɪɚd hˈaʊld! aɪ sˈiːn ðə blˈeɪd ɡˌoʊ ɪn æn kˈʌm ˈaʊt ɹˈɛd. θˈɪn slˈɪŋɡɚlənd tˈɔːɹ θˈɪm ɐpˈɑːɹt, æn ðə ɡɹˈiːsɚ fˈɛl. hiː wˈɔːɹənt kˈɪld. mˈɛb hiː ˈeɪnt ɡˌoʊɪn tə kɹˈoʊk. bˌʌt hiːl ʃjˈʊɹ hˈɛv tʊ ˈɛlˈeɪv ɹˈɔːɹɪn sˈɪɾi, æn hiːl ʃjˈʊɹ biː ɐ kɹˈɪpəl fˈɜː lˈɔɪf." mək dˈɜːmɑːt lˈʊkt æt ðɪ ˈɛmpti ɡlˈæs. "ðæts ˈɔːl, dʒˈɪnɚɹəl. æn ɪf ɪts dʒˈɪst ðə sˈeɪm tə jˈɛz aɪl hˈɛv ɐnˈʌðɚ dɹˈɪŋk."