text_original: An' sure enough, Lord Edward got a good grab at him, and was a shakin' the very life out of him, when I run up and took Lord Edward by the collar. 'Drop it!' says I; an' he dropped it, for he know'd he'd whipped, and he was pretty tired hisself. Then the bulldog, he trotted off with his tail a hangin' down.
text_transcription: AND SURE ENOUGH LORD EDWARD GOT A GOOD GRAB AT HIM AND WAS A SHAKING THE VERY LIFE OUT OF HIM WHEN I RUN UP AND TOOK LORD EDWARD BY THE COLLAR DROP IT SAYS I AND HE DROPPED IT FOR HE KNOWED HE HAD WHIPPED AND HE WAS PRETTY TIRED HISSELF THEN THE BULLDOG HEAT TROTTED OFF WITH HIS TAIL A HANGING DOWN
phonemes: æn ʃˈʊɹ ɪnˈʌf, lˈɔːɹd ˈɛdwɚd ɡɑːt ɐ ɡˈʊd ɡɹˈæb æt hˌɪm, ænd wʌzɐ ʃˈækɪn ðə vˈɛɹi lˈaɪf ˌaʊɾəv hˌɪm, wˌɛn aɪ ɹˈʌn ˌʌp ænd tˈʊk lˈɔːɹd ˈɛdwɚd baɪ ðə kˈɑːlɚ. dɹˈɑːp ɪt!sˈɛz ˈaɪ; æn hiː dɹˈɑːpt ɪt, fɔːɹ hiː nˈoʊd hiːd wˈɪpt, ænd hiː wʌz pɹˈɪɾi tˈaɪɚd hɪsˈɛlf. ðˈɛn ðə bˈʊldɑːɡ, hiː tɹˈɑːɾᵻd ˈɔf wɪð hɪz tˈeɪl ɐ hˈæŋɡɪn dˈaʊn.