text_original: Already the clouds had rolled away; the storm was over; and Biddy, who had been standing at the back stairway window, cried out, "Feth, mem, an' av me two eyes don't be afther desavin' me, the owld chimbley's blowed over, an' niver a brick lift o' the poor childer's foine play house."
text_transcription: ALREADY THE CLOUDS HAD ROLLED AWAY THE STORM WAS OVER AND BIDDY WHO HAD BEEN STANDING AT THE BACK STAIRWAY WINDOW CRIED OUT FAITH MA'AM AND GIVE ME TWO EYES DON'T BE OVER DECEIVING ME THE OLD CHIMBLEYS BLOWED OVER AND NEVER A BREAK LIFT OFF THE POOR CHILDER'S FINE PLAY HOUSE
phonemes: ɔːlɹˌɛdi ðə klˈaʊdz hæd ɹˈoʊld ɐwˈeɪ; ðə stˈɔːɹm wʌz ˈoʊvɚ; ænd bˈɪdi, hˌuː hɐdbɪn stˈændɪŋ æt ðə bˈæk stˈɛɹweɪ wˈɪndoʊ, kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt, "fˈɛθ, mˈɛm, æn ˈæv mˌiː tˈuː ˈaɪz dˈoʊnt biː ˈæfðɚ dᵻsˈævɪn mˌiː, ðɪ ˈaʊld tʃˈɪmbliz blˈoʊd ˈoʊvɚ, æn nˈaɪvɚɹ ɐ bɹˈɪk lˈɪft ˈoʊ ðə pˈʊɹ tʃˈaɪldɚz fˈɔɪn plˈeɪ hˈaʊs."