text_original: "Divil an inch," replied the spalpeen; but he got himself off the threshold and resumed his position on the step. "It's only Larry, mum," said the man, touching his forelock politely; "as dacent a lad as ever lived, when he's not in liquor; an' I've known him to be sober for days togither," he added, reflectively. "He don't mane a ha'p'orth o' harum, but jist now he's not quite in his right moind."
text_transcription: DIVIL AN INCH REPLIED THE SPALPEEN BUT HE GOT HIMSELF OFF THE THRESHOLD AND RESUMED HIS POSITION ON THE STEP IT'S ONLY LARRY MUM SAID THE MAN TOUCHING HIS FORELOCK POLITELY AS DAZED A LAD AS EVER LIVED WHEN HE'S NOT IN LIQUOR AND I'VE KNOWN HIM TO BE SOBER FOR DAYS TOGETHER HE ADDED REFLECTIVELY HE DON'T MEAN HAT WORTH A HAREM BUT JUST NOW HE'S NOT QUITE IN HIS RIGHT MIND
phonemes: "dˈɪvəl ɐn ˈɪntʃ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə spˈælpiːn; bˌʌt hiː ɡɑːt hɪmsˈɛlf ˈɔf ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld ænd ɹᵻzˈuːmd hɪz pəzˈɪʃən ɔnðə stˈɛp. "ɪts ˈoʊnli lˈæɹi, mˈʌm," sˈɛd ðə mˈæn, tˈʌtʃɪŋ hɪz fˈɔːɹlɑːk pəlˈaɪtli; "æz dˈeɪsənt ɐ lˈæd æz ˈɛvɚ lˈɪvd, wˌɛn hiːz nˌɑːt ɪn lˈɪkɚ; æn aɪv nˈoʊn hˌɪm təbi sˈoʊbɚ fɔːɹ dˈeɪz tˈɑːdʒɪðɚ," hiː ˈædᵻd, ɹᵻflˈɛktɪvli. "hiː dˈoʊnt mˈeɪn ɐ hˈæpɔːɹθ ˈoʊ hˈɑːɹɹəm, bˌʌt dʒˈɪst nˈaʊ hiːz nˌɑːt kwˈaɪt ɪn hɪz ɹˈaɪt mˈɔɪnd."