text_original: Labourers were roystering in the village tavern, and many a wife's temper was sorely tried that night. "O Uncle, I am glad you don't think it's wrong to dance!" cried Helen, coming suddenly out of the house.
text_transcription: LABORERS WERE ROISTERING IN THE VILLAGE TAVERN AND MANY A WIFE'S TEMPER WAS SORELY TRIED THAT NIGHT OH UNCLE I AM GLAD YOU DON'T THINK IT'S WRONG TO DANCE CRIED HELEN COMING SUDDENLY OUT OF THE HOUSE
phonemes: lˈeɪbɚɹɚz wɜː ɹˈɔɪstɚɹɪŋ ɪnðə vˈɪlɪdʒ tˈævɚn, ænd mˈɛni ɐ wˈaɪfz tˈɛmpɚ wʌz sˈɔːɹli tɹˈaɪd ðæt nˈaɪt. "ˈoʊ ˈʌŋkəl, aɪɐm ɡlˈæd juː dˈoʊnt θˈɪŋk ɪts ɹˈɔŋ tə dˈæns!" kɹˈaɪd hˈɛlən, kˈʌmɪŋ sˈʌdənli ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈaʊs.