text_original: He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t'other. An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha' told ye nuther. Says he, "I'd better call agin;" Says she, "Think likely, Mister:" Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An'    Wal, he up an' kist her.
text_transcription: HE STOOD A SPELL ON ONE FOOT FUST THEN STOOD A SPELL ON T'OTHER AND ON WHICH ONE HE FELT THE WUST HE COULDN'T HA TOLD ANOTHER SAYS HE I'D BETTER CALL AGAIN SAYS SHE THINK LIKELY MISTER THAT LAST WORD PRICKED HIM LIKE A PIN AND WELL HE UP AND KISSED HER
phonemes: hiː stˈʊd ɐ spˈɛl ˌɔn wˈʌn fˈʊt fˈʌst, ðˈɛn stˈʊd ɐ spˈɛl ˌɔn tˈiːˈʌðɚ. æn ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ wˈʌn hiː fˈɛlt ðə wˈʌst hiː kˌʊdənt hˈɑː tˈoʊld jiː nˈʌðɚ. sˈɛz hiː, "aɪd bˈɛɾɚ kˈɔːl ɐɡˈɪn;" sˈɛz ʃiː, "θˈɪŋk lˈaɪkli, mˈɪstɚ:" θˈɛt lˈæst wˈɜːd pɹˈɪkt hˌɪm lˈaɪk ɐ pˈɪn, æn wˈæl, hiː ˌʌp æn kˈɪst hɜː.