text_original: "Beg pardon Mr. Splinter, but if you will spare Mr. Cringle on the forecastle an hour, until the moon rises."  ("Spare," quotha, "is his majesty's officer a joint stool?")  "Why, Mr. Kennedy, why? here, man, take a glass of grog."
text_transcription: BEG PARDON MISTER SPLINTER BUT IF YOU WILL SPARE MISTER CRINGLE ON THE FORECASTLE AN HOUR UNTIL THE MOON RISES SPARE QUOTH HE IS HIS MAJESTY'S OFFICER A JOINT STOOL WHY MISTER KENNEDY WHY HERE MA'AM TAKE A GLASS OF GROG
phonemes: "bˈɛɡ pˈɑːɹdən mˈɪstɚ. splˈɪntɚ, bˌʌt ɪf juː wɪl spˈɛɹ mˈɪstɚ. kɹˈɪŋɡəl ɔnðə fˈɔːɹkæsəl ɐn ˈaʊɚ, ʌntˈɪl ðə mˈuːn ɹˈaɪzᵻz."  ("spˈɛɹ," kwˈɑːθə, "ɪz hɪz mˈædʒᵻstiz ˈɑːfɪsɚɹ ɐ dʒˈɔɪnt stˈuːl?")  "wˈaɪ, mˈɪstɚ. kˈɛnədi, wˈaɪ? hˈɪɹ, mˈæn, tˈeɪk ɐ ɡlˈæs ʌv ɡɹˈɑːɡ."