text_original: Ginger cautiously complied, and, peeping forth, said   "There's no one there. It must be the devil. I'll have nuffin' more to do wi' the matter." "Poh! poh! don't be so chicken 'arted!" cried the Tinker.
text_transcription: GINGER CAUTIOUSLY COMPLIED AND PEEPING FORTH SAID THERE'S NO ONE THERE IT MUST BE THE DEVIL I'LL HAVE NOTHIN MORE TO DO WITH THE MATTER POOH POOH DON'T BE SO CHICKEN HEARTED CRIED THE TINKER
phonemes: dʒˈɪndʒɚ kˈɔːʃəsli kəmplˈaɪd, ænd, pˈiːpɪŋ fˈɔːɹθ, sˈɛd   "ðɛɹz nˈoʊwˈʌn ðˈɛɹ. ɪt mˈʌst biː ðə dˈɛvəl. aɪl hæv nˈʌfɪn mˈɔːɹ tə dˈuː wˈaɪ ðə mˈæɾɚ." "pˈoʊ! pˈoʊ! dˈoʊnt biː sˌoʊ tʃˈɪkɪn ˈɑːɹɾᵻd!" kɹˈaɪd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ.