text_original: "Are his eyes open," continued the mate. "His starboard eye," said the sailor, "is open, but fast jammed in his head: and the haulyards of his under jaw have given way." "Passion of my heart!" cried Morgan, "the man is as pad as one would desire to be!
text_transcription: ARE HIS EYES OPEN CONTINUED THE MATE HIS STARBOARD EYE SAID THE SAILOR IS OPEN BUT FAST JAMMED IN HIS HEAD AND THE HALYARDS OF HIS UNDER JAW GIVEN WAY PASSION OF MY HEART CRIED MORGAN THE MAN IS AS BAD AS ONE WOULD DESIRE TO BE
phonemes: "ɑːɹ hɪz ˈaɪz ˈoʊpən," kəntˈɪnjuːd ðə mˈeɪt. "hɪz stˈɑːɹbɚd ˈaɪ," sˈɛd ðə sˈeɪlɚ, "ɪz ˈoʊpən, bˌʌt fˈæst dʒˈæmd ɪn hɪz hˈɛd: ænd ðə hˈɔːljɑːɹdz ʌv hɪz ˌʌndɚ dʒˈɔː hæv ɡˈɪvən wˈeɪ." "pˈæʃən ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt!" kɹˈaɪd mˈɔːɹɡən, "ðə mˈæn ɪz æz pˈæd æz wˈʌn wʊd dɪzˈaɪɚ tə bˈiː!