text_original: "Why, Mr. Kennedy, why? here, man, take a glass of grog." "I thank you sir." "It is coming on a roughish night, sir; the running ships should be crossing us hereabouts; indeed, more than once I thought there was a strange sail close aboard of us, the scud is flying so low, and in such white flakes; and none of us have an eye like Mr. Cringle, unless it be John Crow, and he is all but frozen."
text_transcription: WHY MISTER KENNEDY WHY HERE MA'AM TAKE A GLASS OF GROG I THANK YOU SIR IT IS COMING ON A ROUGHISH NIGHT SIR THE RUNNING SHIP SHOULD BE CROSSING US HEREABOUTS INDEED MORE THAN ONCE I THOUGHT THERE WAS A STRANGE SAIL CLOSE ABOARD OF US THE SCUD IS FLYING SO LOW AND IN SUCH WHITE FLAKES AND NONE OF US HAVE AN EYE LIKE MISTER CRINGLE UNLESS IT BE JOHN CROW AND HE IS STILL ALL ABOUT FROZEN
phonemes: "wˈaɪ, mˈɪstɚ. kˈɛnədi, wˈaɪ? hˈɪɹ, mˈæn, tˈeɪk ɐ ɡlˈæs ʌv ɡɹˈɑːɡ." "aɪ θˈæŋk juː sˌɜː." "ɪɾ ɪz kˈʌmɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ ɹˈʌfɪʃ nˈaɪt, sˌɜː; ðə ɹˈʌnɪŋ ʃˈɪps ʃˌʊd biː kɹˈɔsɪŋ ˌʌs hˈɪɹɐbˌaʊts; ˌɪndˈiːd, mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌns aɪ θˈɔːt ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ sˈeɪl klˈoʊs ɐbˈɔːɹd ʌv ˌʌs, ðə skˈʌd ɪz flˈaɪɪŋ sˌoʊ lˈoʊ, ænd ɪn sˈʌtʃ wˈaɪt flˈeɪks; ænd nˈʌn ʌv ˌʌs hæv ɐn ˈaɪ lˈaɪk mˈɪstɚ. kɹˈɪŋɡəl, ʌnlˈɛs ɪt biː dʒˈɑːn kɹˈoʊ, ænd hiː ɪz ˈɔːl bˌʌt fɹˈoʊzən."