text_original: "Yes, by the thousand they was, and not wuth picking up, no one wanted 'em; no men to make cider; no sugar to jam 'em; child'un all got colic a'ready as bad as bad could be, couldn't swaller no more; too damp to keep.
text_transcription: YES BY THE THOUSAND THEY WAS AND NOT WORTH PICKIN UP NO ONE WANTED EM NO MEN TO MAKE CIDER NO SUGAR TO JAM EM CHILDREN ALL GOT COLIC ALREADY AS BAD AS BAG COULD BE COULDN'T SWALLOW NO MORE TOO DAMP TO KEEP
phonemes: "jˈɛs, baɪ ðə θˈaʊzənd ðeɪ wʌz, ænd nˌɑːt wˈʌθ pˈɪkɪŋ ˈʌp, nˈoʊwˈʌn wˈɔntᵻd ˈɛm; nˈoʊ mˈɛn tə mˌeɪk sˈaɪdɚ; nˈoʊ ʃˈʊɡɚ tə dʒˈæm ˈɛm; tʃˈaɪldʌn ˈɔːl ɡɑːt kˈɑːlɪk ɚɹˈɛdi æz bˈæd æz bˈæd kʊd bˈiː, kˌʊdənt swˈɔːlɚ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ; tˈuː dˈæmp tə kˈiːp.