text_original: After having kissed and gazed at her for some time, he turned to me, saying. "Odds bobs, Rory! a notable prize indeed, finely built and gloriously rigged, i'faith! If she an't well manned when you take the command of her, sirrah, you deserve to go to sea in a cockle shell. No offence, I hope, niece!
text_transcription: AFTER HAVING KISSED AND GAZED AT HER FOR SOME TIME HE TURNED TO ME SAYING ODDS BOB'S RORY A NOTABLE PRIZE INDEED FINELY BUILT AND GLORIOUSLY RIGGED I FAITH IF SHE AREN'T WELL MANNED WHEN YOU TAKE THE COMMAND OF HER SIRRAH YOU DESERVE TO GO TO SEA IN A COCKLE SHELL NO OFFENCE I HOPE NIECE
phonemes: ˈæftɚ hˌævɪŋ kˈɪst ænd ɡˈeɪzd æt hɜː fɔːɹ sˌʌm tˈaɪm, hiː tˈɜːnd tə mˌiː, sˈeɪɪŋ. "ˈɑːdz bˈɑːbz, ɹˈɔːɹi! ɐ nˈoʊɾəbəl pɹˈaɪz ˌɪndˈiːd, fˈaɪnli bˈɪlt ænd ɡlˈɔːɹiəsli ɹˈɪɡd, aɪfˈeɪθ! ɪf ʃiː ˈænt wˈɛl mˈænd wɛn juː tˈeɪk ðə kəmˈænd ʌv hɜː, sˈɜːɹə, juː dɪzˈɜːv tə ɡˌoʊ tə sˈiː ɪn ɐ kˈɑːkəl ʃˈɛl. nˈoʊ əfˈɛns, aɪ hˈoʊp, nˈiːs!