text_original: Cot pless my soul I does he think, or conceive, or imagine, that I am a horse, or an ass, or a goat, to trudge backwards and forwards, and upwards and downwards, and by sea and by land; at his will and pleasure?
text_transcription: GOD BLESS MY SOUL WHY DOES HE THINK OR CONCEIVE OR IMAGINE THAT I AM A HORSE OR AN ASS OR A GOAT TO TRUDGE BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS AND UPWARDS AND DOWNWARDS AND BY SEA AND BY LAND AT HIS WILL AND PLEASURE
phonemes: kˈɑːt plˈɛs maɪ sˈoʊl aɪ dˈʌz hiː θˈɪŋk, ɔːɹ kənsˈiːv, ɔːɹ ɪmˈædʒɪn, ðæt aɪɐm ɐ hˈɔːɹs, ɔːɹ ɐn ˈæs, ɔːɹ ɐ ɡˈoʊt, tə tɹˈʌdʒ bˈækwɚdz ænd fˈɔːɹwɚdz, ænd ˈʌpwɚdz ænd dˈaʊnwɚdz, ænd baɪ sˈiː ænd baɪ lˈænd; æt hɪz wɪl ænd plˈɛʒɚ?