text_original: "So there be, John," replied Ned, peeping round. "He's a good lookin' young feller that. I wish ve could hear their discoorse." "No, that ain't fair," replied John, raking some small coal upon the fire, and working away at the bellows.
text_transcription: SO THERE BE JOHN REPLIED NED PEEPING ROUND HE'S A GOOD LOOKING YOUNG FELLOW THAT I WISH WE COULD HEAR THAT DISCOURSE NO THAT AIN'T FAIR REPLIED JOHN RAKING SOME SMALL COAL UPON THE FIRE AND WORKING AWAY AT THE BELLOWS
phonemes: "sˌoʊ ðɛɹbˈiː, dʒˈɑːn," ɹᵻplˈaɪd nˈɛd, pˈiːpɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd. "hiːz ɐ ɡˈʊd lˈʊkɪn jˈʌŋ fˈɛlɚ ðˈæt. aɪ wˈɪʃ vˈiː kʊd hˈɪɹ ðɛɹ dɪskˈɔːɹs." "nˈoʊ, ðæt ˈeɪnt fˈɛɹ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd dʒˈɑːn, ɹˈeɪkɪŋ sˌʌm smˈɔːl kˈoʊl əpˌɑːn ðə fˈaɪɚ, ænd wˈɜːkɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ æt ðə bˈɛloʊz.