text_original: I was searching nine days, running hard as I could with my two shin bones in my pocket, and my head under my arm, by order of Old Joe Buck, the Pensioner, who lost his middle eye at the Battle of Waterloo, chewing half boiled stirabout.
text_transcription: I WAS SEARCHING NINE DAYS RUNNING HARD AS I COULD WITH MY TWO SHIN BONES IN MY POCKET AND MY HEAD UNDER MY ARM BY ORDER OF OLD JOE BUCK THE PENSIONER WHO LOST HIS MIDDLE EYE AT THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO CHEWING HALF BOILED STIRABOUT
phonemes: aɪ wʌz sˈɜːtʃɪŋ nˈaɪn dˈeɪz, ɹˈʌnɪŋ hˈɑːɹd æz aɪ kʊd wɪð maɪ tˈuː ʃˈɪn bˈoʊnz ɪn maɪ pˈɑːkɪt, ænd maɪ hˈɛd ˌʌndɚ maɪ ˈɑːɹm, baɪ ˈɔːɹdɚɹ ʌv ˈoʊld dʒˈoʊ bˈʌk, ðə pˈɛnʃənɚ, hˌuː lˈɔst hɪz mˈɪdəl ˈaɪ æt ðə bˈæɾəl ʌv wˈɔːɾɚlˌuː, tʃˈuːɪŋ hˈæf bˈɔɪld stˈɜːɹɐbˌaʊt.