text_original: The surly lieutenant, who was not in a humour to relish this amusement, replied, "You and your dogs may be damn'd. I suppose you'll find them with your old dad, in the latitude of hell. Come, Rory,—about ship, my lad, we must steer another course, I think." And away we went.
text_transcription: THE SURLY LIEUTENANT WHO WAS NOT IN A HUMOUR TO RELISH THIS AMUSEMENT REPLIED YOU AND YOUR DOGS MAY BE DAMNED I SUPPOSE YOU'LL FIND THEM WITH YOUR OLD DAD IN THE LATITUDE OF HELL COME RORY ABOUT SHIP MY LAD WE MUST STEER ANOTHER COURSE I THINK AND AWAY WE WENT
phonemes: ðə sˈɜːli luːtˈɛnənt, hˌuː wʌz nˌɑːt ɪn ɐ hjˈuːmɚ tə ɹˈɛlɪʃ ðɪs ɐmjˈuːzmənt, ɹᵻplˈaɪd, "juː ænd jʊɹ dˈɑːɡz mˈeɪ biː dˈæmd. aɪ səpˈoʊz juːl fˈaɪnd ðˌɛm wɪð jʊɹ ˈoʊld dˈæd, ɪnðə lˈæɾɪtˌuːd ʌv hˈɛl. kˈʌm, ɹˈɔːɹi,—ɐbˌaʊt ʃˈɪp, maɪ lˈæd, wiː mˈʌst stˈɪɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ kˈɔːɹs, aɪ θˈɪŋk." ænd ɐwˈeɪ wiː wˈɛnt.