text_original: If you'll belave me, the crayture was that yeller it 'ud sicken you to see him; and sorra stich was on him but a black night gown over his trousers, and the front of 'is head shaved claner nor a copper biler, and a black tail a hanging down from behind, wid his two feet stook into the heathenesest shoes you ever set eyes on. Och!
text_transcription: AND YOU'LL B'LIEVE ME THE CRAYTUR WAS THAT YELLER IT UD SICKEN YE TO SEE HIM AND SO A STITCH WAS ON HIM BUT A BLACK NIGHTGOWN OVER HIS TROUSERS AND THE FRONT OF HIS EDGE SHAVED CLEANER NOR A COPPER PILER AND A BLACK TAIL A HANGIN DOWN FROM BEHIND WITH HIS TWO FEET STUCK INTO THE HEATHEN AS TRUE AS YOU EVER SET EYES ON ACH
phonemes: ɪf juːl bᵻlˈeɪv mˌiː, ðə kɹˈeɪtʃɚ wʌz ðæt jˈɛlɚɹ ɪt ˈʌd sˈɪkən juː tə sˈiː hˌɪm; ænd sˈɔɹə stˈɪtʃ wʌz ˌɔn hˌɪm bˌʌt ɐ blˈæk nˈaɪt ɡˈaʊn ˌoʊvɚ hɪz tɹˈaʊsɚz, ænd ðə fɹˈʌnt ʌv ɪz hˈɛd ʃˈeɪvd klˈeɪnɚ nˈɔːɹ ɐ kˈɑːpɚ bˈaɪlɚ, ænd ɐ blˈæk tˈeɪl ɐ hˈæŋɪŋ dˌaʊn fɹʌm bᵻhˈaɪnd, wˈɪd hɪz tˈuː fˈiːt stˈʊk ˌɪntʊ ðə hˌiːθənˈiːzɪst ʃˈuːz juː ˈɛvɚ sˈɛt ˈaɪz ˈɔn. ˈɑːk!