text_original: "It's that sky larking son of a gun, Jem Sparkle's monkey, sir. You Jem, you'll never rest till that brute is made shark's bait of." But Jacko vanished up the stay again, chuckling and grinning in the ghastly radiance, as if he had been 'the spirit of the Lamp.'
text_transcription: IT'S THAT SKYLARKING SON OF A GUN JIM SPARKLE'S MONKEY SIR YOU JIM YOU'LL NEVER REST TILL THAT BRUTE HAS MADE SHARK'S BAIT BUT JACKAL VANISHED UP THE STAY AGAIN AND CHUCKLING AND GRINNING IN THE GHASTLY RADIANCE AS IF HE HAD BEEN THE SPIRIT OF THE LAMP
phonemes: "ɪts ðæt skˈaɪ lˈɑːɹkɪŋ sˈʌn əvə ɡˈʌn, dʒˈɛm spˈɑːɹkəlz mˈʌŋki, sˌɜː. juː dʒˈɛm, juːl nˈɛvɚ ɹˈɛst tˈɪl ðæt bɹˈuːt ɪz mˌeɪd ʃˈɑːɹks bˈeɪt ʌv." bˌʌt dʒˈækoʊ vˈænɪʃt ˌʌp ðə stˈeɪ ɐɡˈɛn, tʃˈʌklɪŋ ænd ɡɹˈɪnɪŋ ɪnðə ɡˈæstli ɹˈeɪdiəns, æz ɪf hiː hɐdbɪn ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌvðə lˈæmp.