text_original: Not a blissed thing cud I do but he'd be lookin' on wid his eyes cocked up'ard like two poomp handles, an' he widdout a speck or a smitch o' whiskers on him, and his finger nails full a yard long.
text_transcription: NOT A BLESSED THING COULD I DO BUT HE'D BE LOOKING ON WITH HIS EYES COCKED UP ART LIKE TWO PUMP HANDLES AND HE WIT OUT A SPECK OR A SMITCH O WHISKERS ON HIM AND HIS FINGER NAILS FULL A YARD LONG
phonemes: nˌɑːɾə blˈɪst θˈɪŋ kˈʌd aɪ dˈuː bˌʌt hiːd biː lˈʊkɪn ˌɔn wˈɪd hɪz ˈaɪz kˈɑːkt ˈʌpɑːɹd lˈaɪk tˈuː pˈuːmp hˈændəlz, æn hiː wˈɪdaʊt ɐ spˈɛk ɔːɹ ɐ smˈɪtʃ ˈoʊ wˈɪskɚz ˈɔn hˌɪm, ænd hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚ nˈeɪlz fˈʊl ɐ jˈɑːɹd lˈɔŋ.