text_original: "Sartin," replied Ginger, "cos the law's so kind to us. Vy, bless you, a perliceman can't detain us, even if he knows ve've a stolen dog in our persession, and ve svears it's our own; and yet he'd stop you in a minnit if he seed you with a suspicious lookin' bundle under your arm.
text_transcription: SARTAIN REPLIED GINGER CAUSE THE LAW'S SO KIND TO US WHY BLESS YOU A POLICEMAN CAN'T DETAIN US EVEN IF HE KNOWS WE'VE A STOLEN DOG IN OUR POSSESSION AND WE SWISS IT'S OUR OWN AND YET HE'D STOP YOU IN A MINUTE IF HE SEED YOU WITH A SUSPICIOUS LOOKING BUNDLE UNDER YOUR ARM
phonemes: "sˈɑːɹtɪn," ɹᵻplˈaɪd dʒˈɪndʒɚ, "kˈɑːs ðə lˈɔːz sˌoʊ kˈaɪnd tʊ ˌʌs. vˈaɪ, blˈɛs juː, ɐ pˈɜːlaɪsmən kˈænt dɪtˈeɪn ˌʌs, ˈiːvən ɪf hiː nˈoʊz vˈiːəv ɐ stˈoʊlən dˈɑːɡ ɪn ˌaʊɚ pɜːsˈɛʃən, ænd vˈiː svˈɪɹz ɪts ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn; ænd jˈɛt hiːd stˈɑːp juː ɪn ɐ mˈɪnɪt ɪf hiː sˈiːd juː wɪð ɐ səspˈɪʃəs lˈʊkɪn bˈʌndəl ˌʌndɚ jʊɹ ˈɑːɹm.