text_original: Then, laying hold of me by the arm, hauled me along, until his good nature (of which he had a great share) and reflection getting the better of his he said, "Come, my boy, don't be cast down,—the old rascal is in hell, that's some satisfaction; you shall go to sea with me, my lad.
text_transcription: THEN LAYING HOLD OF ME BY THE ARM HAULED ME ALONG UNTIL HIS GOOD NATURE OF WHICH HE HAD A GREAT SHARE AND REFLECTION GETTING THE BETTER OF HIS HE SAID COME MY BOY DON'T BE CAST DOWN THE OLD RASCAL IS AN HELL THAT'S SOME SATISFACTION YOU SHALL GO TO SEA WITH ME MY LAD
phonemes: ðˈɛn, lˈeɪɪŋ hˈoʊld ʌv mˌiː baɪ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm, hˈɔːld mˌiː ɐlˈɔŋ, ʌntˈɪl hɪz ɡˈʊd nˈeɪtʃɚ (ʌvwˈɪtʃ hiː hæd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ʃˈɛɹ) ænd ɹᵻflˈɛkʃən ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ðə bˈɛɾɚɹ ʌv hɪz hiː sˈɛd, "kˈʌm, maɪ bˈɔɪ, dˈoʊnt biː kˈæst dˈaʊn,—ðɪ ˈoʊld ɹˈæskəl ɪz ɪn hˈɛl, ðæts sˌʌm sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən; juː ʃˌæl ɡˌoʊ tə sˈiː wɪð mˌiː, maɪ lˈæd.