text_original: "Poh! poh! don't be so chicken 'arted!" cried the Tinker. "But come what may, the gemman shan't stir till he undertakes to pay us three hundred pounds." "You seek to frighten me in vain, villain," cried Auriol, upon whom the recent occurrence had not been lost.
text_transcription: POOH POOH DON'T BE SO CHICKEN HEARTED CRIED THE TINKER BUT COME WHAT MAY THE GERMAN SHAN'T STIR TILL HE UNDERTAKES TO PAY US THREE HUNDRED POUNDS YOU SEEK TO FRIGHTEN ME IN VAIN VILLAIN CRIED AUREOLE UPON WHOM THE RECENT OCCURRENCE HAD NOT BEEN LOST
phonemes: "pˈoʊ! pˈoʊ! dˈoʊnt biː sˌoʊ tʃˈɪkɪn ˈɑːɹɾᵻd!" kɹˈaɪd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. "bˌʌt kˈʌm wʌt mˈeɪ, ðə dʒɪmˈæn ʃˌɑːnt stˈɜː tˈɪl hiː ˌʌndɚtˈeɪks tə pˈeɪ ˌʌs θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd pˈaʊndz." "juː sˈiːk tə fɹˈaɪʔn̩ mˌiː ɪn vˈeɪn, vˈɪlən," kɹˈaɪd ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl, əpˌɑːn hˈuːm ðə ɹˈiːsənt əkˈɜːɹəns hæd nˌɑːt bˌɪn lˈɔst.