text_original: Then there was the London privateer and the Channel royal mail coach in a desperate engagement; firing boiled oyster shells, stewed lapstones, and roasted wigs one at the other, one of the lapstones struck Mother Clifton over the right eye and delivered her of the old woman of Ratcliffe Highway, who was sister to Mother Clifton, who had nine rows of bees wax teeth and a three cocked hat made of the right side of a crab's nostril.
text_transcription: THEN THERE WAS THE LONDON PRIVATEER AND THE CHANNEL ROYAL MAIL COACH IN A DESPERATE ENGAGEMENT FIRING BOILED OYSTER SHELLS STEWED LAPSTONES AND ROASTED WIGS ONE AT THE OTHER ONE OF THE LAPSTONES STRUCK MOTHER CLIFTON OVER THE RIGHT EYE AND DELIVERED HER OF THE OLD WOMAN OF RATCLIFFE HIGHWAY WHO WAS SISTER TO MOTHER CLIFTON WHO HAD NINE ROWS OF BEES WAX TEETH AND A THREE COCKED HAT MADE OF THE RIGHT SIDE OF A CRAB'S NOSTRIL
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə lˈʌndən pɹˌaɪvətˈɪɹ ænd ðə tʃˈænəl ɹˈɔɪəl mˈeɪl kˈoʊtʃ ɪn ɐ dˈɛspɚɹət ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒmənt; fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ bˈɔɪld ˈɔɪstɚ ʃˈɛlz, stˈuːd lˈæpstoʊnz, ænd ɹˈoʊstᵻd wˈɪɡz wˈʌn æt ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, wˈʌn ʌvðə lˈæpstoʊnz stɹˈʌk mˈʌðɚ klˈɪftən ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈaɪt ˈaɪ ænd dᵻlˈɪvɚd hɜːɹ ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən ʌv ɹˈætklɪf hˈaɪweɪ, hˌuː wʌz sˈɪstɚ tə mˈʌðɚ klˈɪftən, hˌuː hæd nˈaɪn ɹˈoʊz ʌv bˈiːz wˈæks tˈiːθ ænd ɐ θɹˈiː kˈɑːkt hˈæt mˌeɪd ʌvðə ɹˈaɪt sˈaɪd əvə kɹˈæbz nˈɑːstɹəl.