text_original: I then got upon a buck flea's back, which carried me over large hills of skilligalee and bog holes of buttermilk, till I met Jarvis the coachmaker driving two dead horses under an empty post chaise loaded with 18 milliners, 2 tambour workers, 5 loads of apples, a roasted milestone, and half a dozen grenadier cock magpies, belonging to the French flying artillery, drinking tea till they were black in the face.
text_transcription: I THEN GOT UPON A BUCK FLEA'S BACK WHICH CARRIED ME OVER LARGE HILLS OF SKILLAGOLE AND BOG HOLES OF BUTTERMILK TILL I MET JARVIS THE COACHMAKER DRIVING TWO DEAD HORSES UNDER AN EMPTY POST CHAISE LOADED WITH EIGHTEEN MILLINERS TWO TAMBOUR WORKERS FIVE LOADS OF APPLES A ROASTED MILESTONE AND HALF A DOZEN GRENADIER COCK MAGPIES BELONGING TO THE FRENCH FLYING ARTILLERY DRINKING TEA TILL THEY WERE BLACK IN THE FACE
phonemes: aɪ ðˈɛn ɡɑːt əpˌɑːn ɐ bˈʌk flˈiːz bˈæk, wˌɪtʃ kˈæɹid mˌiː ˌoʊvɚ lˈɑːɹdʒ hˈɪlz ʌv skˈɪlɪɡˌæliː ænd bˈɑːɡ hˈoʊlz ʌv bˈʌɾɚmˌɪlk, tˈɪl aɪ mˈɛt dʒˈɑːɹvɪs ðə kˈoʊtʃmeɪkɚ dɹˈaɪvɪŋ tˈuː dˈɛd hˈɔːɹsᵻz ˌʌndɚɹ ɐn ˈɛmpti pˈoʊst ʃˈeɪz lˈoʊdᵻd wɪð ˈeɪtiːn mˈɪlɪnɚz, tˈuː tˈæmbɚ wˈɜːkɚz, fˈaɪv lˈoʊdz ʌv ˈæpəlz, ɐ ɹˈoʊstᵻd mˈaɪlstoʊn, ænd hˈæf ɐ dˈʌzən ɡɹˈɛnɐdiɚ kˈɑːk mˈæɡpaɪz, bᵻlˈɔŋɪŋ tə ðə fɹˈɛntʃ flˈaɪɪŋ ɑːɹtˈɪlɚɹi, dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ tˈiː tˈɪl ðeɪ wɜː blˈæk ɪnðə fˈeɪs.