text_original: Nevertheless, in the ancient days, when I was a fine young tar on leave, and all Sunday school set caps at me (perhaps I was two and twenty then), the only girl I would allow to sit on the crossing of my legs, upon a well dusted tombstone, and suck the things I carried for them (all being fond of peppermint), was this little Moxy Stradling, of good Newton family, and twelve years old at that time.
text_transcription: NEVERTHELESS IN THE ANCIENT DAYS WHEN I WAS A FINE YOUNG TAR ON LEAVE AND ALL SUNDAY SCHOOL SET CAPS AT ME PERHAPS I WAS TWO AND TWENTY THEN THE ONLY GIRL I WOULD ALLOW TO SIT ON THE CROSSING OF MY LEGS UPON A WELL DUSTED TOMBSTONE AND SUCK THE THINGS I CARRIED FOR THEM ALL BEING FOND OF PEPPERMINT WAS THIS LITTLE BOXY STRADDLING OF GOOD NEWTON FAMILY AND TWELVE YEARS OLD AT THAT TIME
phonemes: nˌɛvɚðəlˈɛs, ɪnðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt dˈeɪz, wˌɛn aɪ wʌzɐ fˈaɪn jˈʌŋ tˈɑːɹ ˌɔn lˈiːv, ænd ˈɔːl sˈʌndeɪ skˈuːl sˈɛt kˈæps æt mˌiː (pɚhˈæps aɪ wʌz tˈuː ænd twˈɛnti ðˈɛn), ðɪ ˈoʊnli ɡˈɜːl aɪ wʊd ɐlˈaʊ tə sˈɪt ɔnðə kɹˈɔsɪŋ ʌv maɪ lˈɛɡz, əpˌɑːn ɐ wˈɛl dˈʌstᵻd tˈuːmstoʊn, ænd sˈʌk ðə θˈɪŋz aɪ kˈæɹid fɔːɹ ðˌɛm (ˈɔːl bˌiːɪŋ fˈɑːnd ʌv pˈɛpɚmˌɪnt), wʌz ðɪs lˈɪɾəl mˈɑːksi stɹˈædlɪŋ, ʌv ɡˈʊd nˈuːtən fˈæmɪli, ænd twˈɛlv jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld æt ðæt tˈaɪm.