text_original: Hark ye the stillness!" Shepherd like he took no account of his own sheep whose ceaseless bleating, sounding in every note of the scale, broke the otherwise universal silence of nature. "I'm thinkin' it's but the calm before the storm. Weel sir, I maun gang. The yowes say it is time for the hame comin'. An' mark ye, the collie! He looks at me reproachful, as though I had forgot the yowes! My sairvice to ye, sir!" "Good night" I answered, "I hope I shall meet you again." "I'm thinkin' the same masel'. I hae much enjoyed yer pleasin' converse. I hope it's mony a crack we yet may hae thegither!"
text_transcription: HARKEE THE STILLNESS SHEPHERD LIKE HE TAKES NO ACCOUNT OF HIS OWN SHEEP WHO CEASELESS BLEATING SOUNDING IN EVERY NOTE OF HIS SKILL BROKE THE OTHERWISE UNIVERSAL SILENCE OF NATURE I'M THINKING IT'S BUT THE CALM BEFORE THIS STORM WELL SIR AMAN GONE THE YELL SAVES TIME FOR THE HALM COMING AND MARQUIS THE CALLING HE LOOKS AT ME REPROACHFUL AS THOUGH I FORGOT THE YELLS MY SERVICE TO YE SIR GOOD NIGHT I ANSWERED I HOPE I SHALL MEET YOU AGAIN I'M THINKING THE SAME MYSELF I HAVE MUCH ENJOYED YOUR PLEASING CONVERSE I HOPE IT'S MONEY A CRACK WE YET MAY HAVE TOGETHER
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk jiː ðə stˈɪlnəs!" ʃˈɛpɚd lˈaɪk hiː tˈʊk nˈoʊ ɐkˈaʊnt ʌv hɪz ˈoʊn ʃˈiːp hˌuːz sˈiːsləs blˈiːɾɪŋ, sˈaʊndɪŋ ɪn ˈɛvɹi nˈoʊt ʌvðə skˈeɪl, bɹˈoʊk ðɪ ˈʌðɚwˌaɪz jˌuːnɪvˈɜːsəl sˈaɪləns ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. "aɪm θˈɪŋkɪn ɪts bˌʌt ðə kˈɑːm bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə stˈɔːɹm. wˈiːl sˌɜː, aɪ mˈɔːn ɡˈæŋ. ðə jˈaʊz sˈeɪ ɪɾ ɪz tˈaɪm fɚðə hˈeɪm kˈɑːmɪn. æn mˈɑːɹk jˈiː, ðə kˈɑːli! hiː lˈʊks æt mˌiː ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃfəl, æz ðˌoʊ aɪ hæd fɚɡˈɑːt ðə jˈaʊz! maɪ sˈɛɹvɪs tə jˈiː, sˌɜː!" "ɡˈʊd nˈaɪt" aɪ ˈænsɚd, "aɪ hˈoʊp aɪʃˌɐl mˈiːt juː ɐɡˈɛn." "aɪm θˈɪŋkɪn ðə sˈeɪm mˈeɪsəl. aɪ hˈiː mˈʌtʃ ɛndʒˈɔɪd jɚ plˈiːsɪn kˈɑːnvɜːs. aɪ hˈoʊp ɪts mˈʌni ɐ kɹˈæk wiː jˈɛt mˈeɪ hˈiː ðəɡˈɪðɚ!"