text_original: Sez they ain't no more'n corn husks. Well, we ain't got a great lot of 'em, so there's less to lose, and some folks will take 'em; but he'll let me have the chintz for 'leven yards o' soldier's cloth  blue, ye know, like what we sent pa and the boys.
text_transcription: SAYS THEY AIN'T NO MORE'N CORNHUSKS WELL WE AIN'T GOT A LOT OF EM SO THERE'S LESS TO LOSE AND SOME FOLKS WILL TAKE EM BUT HE'LL LET ME HAVE THE CHINTZ FOR ELEVEN YARDS OF SOLDIER'S CLOTH BLUE YOU KNOW LIKE WHAT WE SENT PA AN THE BOYS
phonemes: sˈɛz ðeɪ ˈeɪnt nˈoʊ mˈɔːɹn kˈɔːɹn hˈʌsks. wˈɛl, wiː ˈeɪnt ɡɑːt ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt lˈɑːt ʌv ˈɛm, sˌoʊ ðɛɹz lˈɛs tə lˈuːz, ænd sˌʌm fˈoʊks wɪl tˈeɪk ˈɛm; bˌʌt hiːl lˈɛt mˌiː hæv ðə tʃˈɪnts fɔːɹ lˈiːvən jˈɑːɹdz ˈoʊ sˈoʊldʒɚz klˈɔθ blˈuː, jiː nˈoʊ, lˈaɪk wʌt wiː sˈɛnt pˈɑː ænd ðə bˈɔɪz.