text_original: "You are to run up this rag," cried Black Paul to Clip, the fellow in command; and so saying, he handed up the old Jolly Roger on the blade of an oar. "Our noble admiral fears that if you do not that you may be captured by some of these good vessels lying hereabout."
text_transcription: YOU ARE TO RUN UP THIS RAG CRIED BLACK POOL TO CLIP THE FELLOW IN COMMAND AND SO SAYING HE HANDED UP THE OLD JOLLY ROGER ON THE BLADE OF AN OAR OUR NOBLE ADMIRAL FEARS THAT IF YOU DO NOT THAT YOU MAY BE CAPTURED BY SOME OF THESE GOOD VESSELS LYING HERE ABOUT
phonemes: "juː ɑːɹ tə ɹˈʌn ˌʌp ðɪs ɹˈæɡ," kɹˈaɪd blˈæk pˈɔːl tə klˈɪp, ðə fˈɛloʊ ɪn kəmˈænd; ænd sˌoʊ sˈeɪɪŋ, hiː hˈændᵻd ˌʌp ðɪ ˈoʊld dʒˈɑːli ɹˈɑːdʒɚɹ ɔnðə blˈeɪd əvən ˈɔːɹ. "ˌaʊɚ nˈoʊbəl ˈædmɜːɹəl fˈɪɹz ðæt ɪf juː duːnˌɑːt ðæt juː mˈeɪ biː kˈæptʃɚd baɪ sˌʌm ʌv ðiːz ɡˈʊd vˈɛsəlz lˈaɪɪŋ hˈɪɹɐbˌaʊt."