text_original: "Towards Tyburn in a cart," said he, "if you make good speed, you may get thither time enough to see him hanged." This piece of wit incensed my friend to such a degree, that he called the blacksmith scoundrel, and protested he would fight him for half a farthing.
text_transcription: TOWARDS TYBURN IN A CART SAID HE IF YOU MAKE GOOD SPEED YOU MAY GET THITHER TIME ENOUGH TO SEE HIM HANGED THIS PIECE OF WIT INCENSED MY FRIEND TO SUCH A DEGREE THAT HE CALLED THE BLACKSMITH SCOUNDREL AND PROTESTED HE WOULD FIGHT HIM FOR HALF A FARTHING
phonemes: "təwˈɔːɹdz tˈaɪbɜːn ɪn ɐ kˈɑːɹt," sˈɛd hiː, "ɪf juː mˌeɪk ɡˈʊd spˈiːd, juː mˈeɪ ɡɛt ðˈɪðɚ tˈaɪm ɪnˈʌf tə sˈiː hˌɪm hˈæŋd." ðɪs pˈiːs ʌv wˈɪt ɪnsˈɛnst maɪ fɹˈɛnd tə sˈʌtʃ ɐ dᵻɡɹˈiː, ðæt hiː kˈɔːld ðə blˈæksmɪθ skˈaʊndɹəl, ænd pɹətˈɛstᵻd hiː wʊd fˈaɪt hˌɪm fɔːɹ hˈæf ɐ fˈɑːɹθɪŋ.