text_original: "Who is that young fellow?" she said to Ben Greenway, who was standing by her, "the one with the big basket? It seems to me I have seen him before." "Oh, ay!" said Ben, "he has been on the farm. That is Dickory Charter, whose father was drowned out fishing a few years ago. He is a good lad, an' boards all ships comin' in or goin' out to sell his wares, for his mither leans on him now, having no ither."
text_transcription: WHO IS THAT YOUNG FELLOW SHE SAID TO BEN GREENWAY WHO WAS STANDING BY HER THE ONE WITH THE BIG BASKET IT SEEMS TO ME I HAVE SEEN HIM BEFORE OH AY SAID BEN HE HAS BEEN ON THE FARM THAT IS DICKERY CHARTER WHOSE FATHER WAS DROWNED OUT FISHING A FEW YEARS AGO HE'S A GOOD LAD AND BOARDS ALL SHIPS COMIN IN OR GOIN OUT TO SELL HIS WARES FOR HIS MITHER LEANS ON HIM NOW HAVING NO EITHER
phonemes: "hˌuː ɪz ðæt jˈʌŋ fˈɛloʊ?" ʃiː sˈɛd tə bˈɛn ɡɹˈiːnweɪ, hˌuː wʌz stˈændɪŋ baɪ hɜː, "ðə wˈʌn wɪððə bˈɪɡ bˈæskɪt? ɪt sˈiːmz tə mˌiː aɪ hæv sˈiːn hˌɪm bᵻfˈɔːɹ." "ˈoʊ, ˈaɪ!" sˈɛd bˈɛn, "hiː hˈæzbiːn ɔnðə fˈɑːɹm. ðæt ɪz dˈɪkɚɹi tʃˈɑːɹɾɚ, hˌuːz fˈɑːðɚ wʌz dɹˈaʊnd ˈaʊt fˈɪʃɪŋ ɐ fjˈuː jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ. hiː ɪz ɐ ɡˈʊd lˈæd, æn bˈɔːɹdz ˈɔːl ʃˈɪps kˈɑːmɪn ɪn ɔːɹ ɡˌoʊɪn ˈaʊt tə sˈɛl hɪz wˈɛɹz, fɔːɹ hɪz mˈɪðɚ lˈiːnz ˌɔn hˌɪm nˈaʊ, hˌævɪŋ nˈoʊ ˈɪðɚ."