text_original: "Ay," said my fellow mate, "he sleeps so sound (look you), that he will not waken till the great trump plows—Cot be merciful to his soul.
text_transcription: AY SAID MY FELLOW MATE HE SLEEPS SO SOUND LOOK YOU THAT HE WILL NOT WAKE UNTIL THE GREAT TRUMP PLOUGHS KOT BE MERCIFUL TO HIS SOUL
phonemes: "ˈaɪ," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɛloʊ mˈeɪt, "hiː slˈiːps sˌoʊ sˈaʊnd (lˈʊk juː), ðæt hiː wɪl nˌɑːt wˈeɪkən tˈɪl ðə ɡɹˈeɪt tɹˈʌmp plˈaʊz—kˈɑːt biː mˈɜːsifəl tə hɪz sˈoʊl.