text_original: Saunders, said I, I would rather than a quart of ale He would come into our kitchen, and I would pin a dish clout to his tail. And now I must go, and get Saunders to direct this letter; For I write but a sad scrawl; but my sister Marget she writes better.
text_transcription: SAUNDERS SAID I I WOULD RATHER THAN A QUART OF ALE HE WOULD COME INTO OUR KITCHEN AND I WOULD PIN A DISHCLOPE TO HIS TAIL AND NOW I MUST GO AND GET SAUNDERS TO DIRECT THIS LETTER FOR I WRITE A SAD SCRAWL BUT MY SISTER MARGARET SHE WRITES BETTER
phonemes: sˈɔːndɚz, sˈɛd ˈaɪ, aɪ wʊd ɹˈæðɚ ðˌænə kwˈɔːɹt ʌv ˈeɪl hiː wʊd kˈʌm ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ kˈɪtʃən, ænd aɪ wʊd pˈɪn ɐ dˈɪʃ klˈaʊt tə hɪz tˈeɪl. ænd nˈaʊ aɪ mˈʌst ɡˈoʊ, ænd ɡɛt sˈɔːndɚz tə dᵻɹˈɛkt ðɪs lˈɛɾɚ; fɔːɹ aɪ ɹˈaɪt bˌʌt ɐ sˈæd skɹˈɔːl; bˌʌt maɪ sˈɪstɚ mˈɑːɹɡɪt ʃiː ɹˈaɪts bˈɛɾɚ.