text_original: "No, my lad," replied the farmer, "I will not let you go till you tell me who you are, and how you came here, and what trade you know that enables you to earn your bread in the world."
text_transcription: NO MY LAD REPLIED THE FARMER I WILL NOT LET YOU GO TILL YOU TELL ME WHO YOU ARE AND HOW YOU CAME HERE AND WHAT TRADE YOU KNOW THAT ENABLES YOU TO EARN YOUR BREAD IN THE WORLD
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, maɪ lˈæd," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ, "aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt lˈɛt juː ɡˌoʊ tˈɪl juː tˈɛl mˌiː hˈuː juː ɑːɹ, ænd hˌaʊ juː kˈeɪm hˈɪɹ, ænd wʌt tɹˈeɪd juː nˈoʊ ðæt ɛnˈeɪbəlz juː tʊ ˈɜːn jʊɹ bɹˈɛd ɪnðə wˈɜːld."