text_original: Do ye ken what they portend? I'm tellin' ye, that before the sun sets the morrow nicht there will be ruin and disaster on all this side o' Scotland. The storm will no begin here. It is perhaps ragin' the noo away to the east. But it will come quick, most likely wi' the risin' o' the tide; and woe be then to them as has no made safe wi' all they can.
text_transcription: DO YE KEEN WHAT THEY PRETEND I AM TELLING YE THAT BEFORE THE SUN SETS TO MORROW NIGHT THERE WILL BE RUIN AND DISASTER ON ALL SIDES OF SCOTLAND THE STORM O NO BEGIN HERE IT IS PERHAPS RAGING THE NEWER WAY TO THE EAST BUT IT WILL COME QUICK MOST LIKELY WITH THE RISING O THE TIDE AND WILL BE THEN TO THEM AS HAS NOW MADE SAFE WITH ALL THEY CAN
phonemes: dˈuː jiː kˈɛn wʌt ðeɪ pɔːɹtˈɛnd? aɪm tˈɛlᵻn jˈiː, ðæt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə sˈʌn sˈɛts ðə mˈɑːɹoʊ nˈɪʃt ðɛɹ wɪl biː ɹˈuːɪn ænd dɪzˈæstɚɹ ˌɔn ˈɔːl ðɪs sˈaɪd ˈoʊ skˈɑːtlənd. ðə stˈɔːɹm wɪl nˈoʊ bɪɡˈɪn hˈɪɹ. ɪɾ ɪz pɚhˈæps ɹˈædʒɪn ðə nˈuː ɐwˈeɪ tə ðɪ ˈiːst. bˌʌt ɪt wɪl kˈʌm kwˈɪk, mˈoʊst lˈaɪkli wˈaɪ ðə ɹˈɪsɪn ˈoʊ ðə tˈaɪd; ænd wˈoʊ biː ðˈɛn tə ðˌɛm æz hɐz nˈoʊ mˌeɪd sˈeɪf wˈaɪ ˈɔːl ðeɪ kˈæn.