text_original: At last, pulling up his breeches, he cried, "No, no, z—ds! that won't do neither; howsoever, 'tis a bold undertaking, my lad, that I must say, i'faith; but lookee, lookee, how do you propose to get clear off—won't the enemy give chase, my boy?—ay, ay, that he will, I warrant, and alarm the whole coast; ah! God help thee, more sail than ballast, Rory.
text_transcription: AT LAST PULLING UP HIS BREECHES HE CRIED NO NO ZADS THAT WON'T DO NEITHER HOWSOEVER TIS A BOLD UNDERTAKING MY LAD THAT I MUST SAY I'VE FAITH BUT LOOKYE LOOKYE HOW DO YOU PROPOSE TO GET CLEAR OFF WON'T THE ENEMY GIVE CHASE MY BOY AY AY THAT YE WILL I WARRANT AND ALARM THE WHOLE COAST AH GOD HELP THEE MORE SAIL THAN BALLAST RORY
phonemes: æt lˈæst, pˈʊlɪŋ ˌʌp hɪz bɹˈiːtʃᵻz, hiː kɹˈaɪd, "nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ, zˈiː—dˌiːˈɛs! ðæt woʊnt dˈuː nˈiːðɚ; haʊsˌoʊˈɛvɚ, tˈɪz ɐ bˈoʊld ˌʌndɚtˈeɪkɪŋ, maɪ lˈæd, ðæt aɪ mˈʌst sˈeɪ, aɪfˈeɪθ; bˌʌt lˈʊkiː, lˈʊkiː, hˌaʊ dˈuː juː pɹəpˈoʊz tə ɡɛt klˈɪɹ ˈɔf—woʊnt ðɪ ˈɛnəmi ɡˈɪv tʃˈeɪs, maɪ bˈɔɪ?—ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ, ðæt hiː wˈɪl, aɪ wˈɔːɹənt, ænd ɐlˈɑːɹm ðə hˈoʊl kˈoʊst; ˈɑː! ɡˈɑːd hˈɛlp ðˈiː, mˈɔːɹ sˈeɪl ðɐn bˈæləst, ɹˈɔːɹi.