text_original: The Lord help you, poor man, said I, I am sorry for you, and the devil skewer you, why had you no better luck? I asked him what was the matter, and he told me he was bad with the gravel in his eye, the daddy grumble in his guts, and the worm cholic in his toe.
text_transcription: THE LORD HELP YOU POOR MAN SAID I I AM SORRY FOR YOU AND THE DEVIL SKEWER YOU WHY HAD YOU NO BETTER LUCK I ASKED HIM WHAT WAS THE MATTER AND HE TOLD ME HE WAS BAD WITH THE GRAVEL IN HIS EYE THE DADDY GRUMBLE IN HIS GUTS AND THE WORM COLIC IN HIS TOE
phonemes: ðə lˈɔːɹd hˈɛlp juː, pˈʊɹ mˈæn, sˈɛd ˈaɪ, aɪɐm sˈɑːɹi fɔːɹ juː, ænd ðə dˈɛvəl skjˈuːɚ juː, wˌaɪ hæd juː nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ lˈʌk? aɪ ˈæskt hˌɪm wʌt wʌzðə mˈæɾɚ, ænd hiː tˈoʊld mˌiː hiː wʌz bˈæd wɪððə ɡɹˈævəl ɪn hɪz ˈaɪ, ðə dˈædi ɡɹˈʌmbəl ɪn hɪz ɡˈʌts, ænd ðə wˈɜːm kˈɑːlɪk ɪn hɪz tˈoʊ.