text_original: A pize upon them! I could get no eatables upon the ruoad, but what they called bully, which looks like the flesh of Pharaoh's lean kine stewed into rags and tatters; and then their peajohn, peajohn, rabbet them! One would think every old woman of this kingdom hatched pigeons from her own body."
text_transcription: A PRIZE UPON THEM I COULD GET NO EATABLES UPON THE ROAD BUT WHAT THEY CALL BULLY WHICH LOOKS LIKE THE FLESH OF PHARAOH'S LEAN KINE STEWED INTO RAGS AND TATTERS AND THEN THEY'RE PEAJOHN PEAJOHN RABBIT THEM ONE WOULD THINK EVERY OLD WOMAN IN THIS KINGDOM HATCHED PIGEONS FROM HER OWN BODY
phonemes: ɐ pˈaɪz əpˌɑːn ðˌɛm! aɪ kʊd ɡɛt nˈoʊ ˈiːɾəbəlz əpˌɑːn ðə rjˈuːoʊd, bˌʌt wʌt ðeɪ kˈɔːld bˈʊli, wˌɪtʃ lˈʊks lˈaɪk ðə flˈɛʃ ʌv fˈɛɹoʊz lˈiːn kˈaɪn stˈuːd ˌɪntʊ ɹˈæɡz ænd tˈæɾɚz; ænd ðˈɛn ðɛɹ pˈiːdʒɑːn, pˈiːdʒɑːn, ɹˈæbɪt ðˌɛm! wˈʌn wʊd θˈɪŋk ˈɛvɹi ˈoʊld wˈʊmən ʌv ðɪs kˈɪŋdəm hˈætʃt pˈɪdʒənz fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˈoʊn bˈɑːdi."