text_original: He pushed her pettishly away. 'I warn you, husband,' said the gwraig; 'you have struck me once.' After a time they were bidden to the funeral of the child they had seen christened. Now the gwraig laughed, sang, and danced about. The husband's wrath again arose, and again he asked her why she thus made a fool of herself.
text_transcription: HE PUSHED HER PETTISHLY AWAY I WARN YOU HUSBAND SAID THE GRUAG YOU HAVE STRUCK ME ONCE AFTER A TIME THERE WERE BIT INTO THE FUNERAL THE CHILD THEY HAD SEEN CHRISTENED NOW THE GHARIG LAUGHED SANG AND DANCED ABOUT THE HUSBAND'S WRATH AGAIN AROSE AND AGAIN HE ASKED HER WHY SHE THUS MADE A FOOL OF HERSELF
phonemes: hiː pˈʊʃt hɜː pˈɛɾɪʃli ɐwˈeɪ. aɪ wˈɔːɹn juː, hˈʌsbənd,sˈɛd ðə dʒˈiːɹˈeɪɡ; juː hæv stɹˈʌk mˌiː wˈʌns.ˈæftɚɹ ɐ tˈaɪm ðeɪ wɜː bˈɪdən tə ðə fjˈuːnɚɹəl ʌvðə tʃˈaɪld ðeɪ hæd sˈiːn kɹˈɪsənd. nˈaʊ ðə dʒˈiːɹˈeɪɡ lˈæft, sˈæŋ, ænd dˈænst ɐbˈaʊt. ðə hˈʌsbəndz ɹˈæθ ɐɡˈɛn ɚɹˈoʊz, ænd ɐɡˈɛn hiː ˈæskt hɜː wˌaɪ ʃiː ðˈʌs mˌeɪd ɐ fˈuːl ʌv hɜːsˈɛlf.