text_original: By this time the tide was turned, of course, and running strong against me as I laid her head for Newton Bay by the light of the full moon; and proud I was, without mistake, to find how fast I could send my little crank barky against the current, having being a fine oarsman in my day, and always stroke of the captain's gig.
text_transcription: BY THIS TIME THE TIDE WAS TURNED OF COURSE AND RUNNING STRONG AGAINST ME AS I LAID HER HEAD FOR NEWTON BAY BY THE LIGHT OF THE FULL MOON AND PROUD I WAS WITHOUT MISTAKE TO FIND HOW FAST I COULD SEND MY LITTLE CRANK BARQUEY AGAINST THE CURRENT HAVING BEEN A FINE OARSMAN IN MY DAY AND ALWAYS STROKE OF THE CAPTAIN'S GIG
phonemes: baɪ ðɪs tˈaɪm ðə tˈaɪd wʌz tˈɜːnd, ʌv kˈɔːɹs, ænd ɹˈʌnɪŋ stɹˈɔŋ ɐɡˈɛnst mˌiː æz aɪ lˈeɪd hɜː hˈɛd fɔːɹ nˈuːtən bˈeɪ baɪ ðə lˈaɪt ʌvðə fˈʊl mˈuːn; ænd pɹˈaʊd aɪ wʌz, wɪðˌaʊt mɪstˈeɪk, tə fˈaɪnd hˌaʊ fˈæst aɪ kʊd sˈɛnd maɪ lˈɪɾəl kɹˈæŋk bˈɑːɹki ɐɡˈɛnst ðə kˈɜːɹənt, hˌævɪŋ bˌiːɪŋ ɐ fˈaɪn ˈɔːɹzmən ɪn maɪ dˈeɪ, ænd ˈɔːlweɪz stɹˈoʊk ʌvðə kˈæptɪnz ɡˈɪɡ.