text_original: I've heerd say that this crib is haanted, and though I don't fear no livin' man, a ghost's a different sort of customer." "Vell, you'll find our svell raal flesh and blood, you may depend upon it," replied the Tinker. "So come along, and don't let's be frightenin' ourselves vith ould vimen's tales." With this they emerged from the pit, crossed the lower part of the field, and entered a narrow thoroughfare, skirted by a few detached houses, which brought them into the Vauxhall Bridge Road.
text_transcription: I'VE HEERD SAY THAT THIS CRIBE IS HAUNTED AND THOUGH I DON'T FEAR NO LIVING MAN IT GOES TO DIFFERENT SORT OF CUSTOMER WELL YOU'LL FIND ALL SWELLAR FLESH AND BLOOD YOU MADE A POND UPON IT REPLIED THE TINKER SO COME ALONG AND DON'T LET'S BE FRIGHTENING YOURSELVES WITH OLD WOMEN'S TAILS WITH THIS THEY EMERGED FROM THE PIT CROSSED THE LOWER PART OF THE FIELD AND ENTERED A NARROW THOROUGHFARE SKIRTED BY A FEW DETACHED HOUSES WHICH BROUGHT THEM INTO THE VAUXHALL BRIDGE ROAD
phonemes: aɪv hˈɪɹd sˈeɪ ðæt ðɪs kɹˈɪb ɪz hˈɑːntᵻd, ænd ðˌoʊ aɪ dˈoʊnt fˈɪɹ nˈoʊ lˈɪvɪn mˈæn, ɐ ɡˈoʊsts ɐ dˈɪfɹənt sˈɔːɹt ʌv kˈʌstəmɚ." "vˈɛl, juːl fˈaɪnd ˌaʊɚ svˈɛl ɹˈɑːl flˈɛʃ ænd blˈʌd, juː mˈeɪ dᵻpˈɛnd əpˌɑːn ɪt," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. "sˌoʊ kˈʌm ɐlˈɔŋ, ænd dˈoʊnt lˈɛts biː fɹˈaɪtənˌɪn aʊɚsˈɛlvz vˈɪθ ˈʊd vˈaɪmɛnz tˈeɪlz." wɪð ðɪs ðeɪ ɪmˈɜːdʒd fɹʌmðə pˈɪt, kɹˈɔst ðə lˈoʊɚ pˈɑːɹt ʌvðə fˈiːld, ænd ˈɛntɚd ɐ nˈæɹoʊ θˈʌɹoʊfˌɛɹ, skˈɜːɾᵻd baɪ ɐ fjˈuː dɪtˈætʃt hˈaʊzᵻz, wˌɪtʃ bɹˈɔːt ðˌɛm ˌɪntʊ ðə vˈɔːkshɔːl bɹˈɪdʒ ɹˈoʊd.