text_original: So, for that matter, I'd now and then take out a sup o' sugar, or flour, or tay, an' wrap it in paper and put it in me bit of a box tucked under the ironin' blankit the how it cuddent be bodderin' any one.
text_transcription: SO FOR THAT MATTER I'D NOW AND THEN TAKE OUT A SUP O SUGAR OR FLOUR OR TAY AND WRAP IT IN PAPER AND PUT IT IN ME BIT OF A BOX TUCKED UNDER THE IRON BLANKET HOW IT COULDN'T BE BOTHER ANYONE
phonemes: sˈoʊ, fɔːɹ ðæt mˈæɾɚ, aɪd nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn tˈeɪk ˈaʊt ɐ sˈʌp ˈoʊ ʃˈʊɡɚ, ɔːɹ flˈaʊɚ, ɔːɹ tˈeɪ, æn ɹˈæp ɪɾ ɪn pˈeɪpɚ ænd pˌʊt ɪɾ ɪn mˌiː bˈɪt əvə bˈɑːks tˈʌkt ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈaɪɹənˌɪn blˈæŋkɪt ðə hˌaʊ ɪt kˈʌdənt biː bˈɑːdɚɹˌɪn ˌɛni wˌʌn.