text_original: An' didn't the crayture proffer to help me a wake ago come Toosday, an' me a foldin' down me clane clothes for the ironin', an' fill his haythen mouth wid wather, an' afore I could hinder squrrit it through his teeth stret over the best linen table cloth and fold it up tight, as innercent now as a baby, the dirty baste!
text_transcription: AND DIDN'T THE KETCHER PROFFER TO HELP ME A WEEK AGO COME TUESDAY AND ME A FOLDIN DOWN ME CLEAN CLOTHES FOR THE IRONING AND FILL HIS HAVEN MOUTH WID WATHER AND AFORE I COULD HINDER SQUATTED THROUGH HIS TEETH STRAIGHT OVER THE BEST LINEN TABLECLOTH AND FOLD IT UP TIGHT AS INNOCENT NOW AS A BABY THE DIRTY BEAST
phonemes: æn dˈɪdnt ðə kɹˈeɪtʃɚ pɹˈɑːfɚ tə hˈɛlp mˌiː ɐ wˈeɪk ɐɡˈoʊ kˈʌm tˈuːsdeɪ, æn mˌiː ɐ fˈoʊldɪn dˌaʊn mˌiː klˈeɪn klˈoʊðz fɚðɪ ˈaɪɹənˌɪn, æn fˈɪl hɪz hˈeɪðən mˈaʊθ wˈɪd wˈɑːthɚ, æn ɐfˈɔːɹ aɪ kʊd hˈɪndɚ skwɚɹˈɪt ɪt θɹuː hɪz tˈiːθ stɹˈɛt ˌoʊvɚ ðə bˈɛst lˈɪnɪn tˈeɪbəl klˈɔθ ænd fˈoʊld ɪɾ ˌʌp tˈaɪt, æz ˈɪnɚsənt nˈaʊ æz ɐ bˈeɪbi, ðə dˈɜːɾi bˈeɪst!