text_original: Yo's now in yo' shirt sleeves 'n' low sperrets, bud de speeyunce am wallyble. I'se willin' ter stan' a beer an' sassenger, 'n' shake 'n' call it squar'. De club 'll now 'journ." * * * * * Mr. Blaine used to tell this story: Once in Dublin, toward the end of the opera, Satan was conducting Faust through a trap door which represented the gates of Hades.
text_transcription: YOLS NOW IN YO SHIRT SLEEVES AND LOW SPERRITS BUT YOUR SPENSE AN WALLABLE I'S WILLIN TO STAND A BEER AND PASSENGER AND SHAKE AND COLL IT SQUIRE DE CLUB NOW JONE MISTER BLAINE USED TO TELL THIS STORY ONCE IN DUBLIN TOWARD THE END OF THE OPERA SATAN WAS CONDUCTING FAUST THROUGH A TRAP DOOR WHICH REPRESENTED THE GATES OF HADES
phonemes: jˈoʊz nˈaʊ ɪn jˈoʊ ʃˈɜːt slˈiːvz ˈɛn lˈoʊ spˈɛɹɪts, bˈʌd də spˈiːjuːns ɐm wˈɔːlɪbəl. aɪsˈɛ wˈɪlᵻn tˈɜː stˈæn ɐ bˈɪɹ æn sˈæsɪndʒɚ, ˈɛn ʃˈeɪk ˈɛn kˈɔːl ɪt skwˈɑːɹ. də klˈʌb ˌɛlˈɛl nˈaʊ dʒˈɜːn." ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk mˈɪstɚ. blˈeɪn jˈuːzd tə tˈɛl ðɪs stˈɔːɹi: wˈʌns ɪn dˈʌblɪn, təwˈɔːɹd ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðɪ ˈɑːpɚɹə, sˈeɪtən wʌz kəndˈʌktɪŋ fˈɔːst θɹuː ɐ tɹˈæp dˈɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ ɹˌɛpɹᵻzˈɛntᵻd ðə ɡˈeɪts ʌv hˈeɪdiːz.