text_original: So, come now, swear to me that you will make me an iron plough, such that the smallest foal may be able to draw it without being tired, and then run off with you as fast as your legs will carry you."
text_transcription: SO COME NOW SWEAR TO ME THAT YOU WILL MAKE ME AN IRON PLOUGH SUCH THAT THE SMALLEST FOAL MAY BE ABLE TO DRAW IT WITHOUT BEING TIRED AND THEN RUN OFF WITH YOU AS FAST AS YOUR LEGS WILL CARRY YOU
phonemes: sˈoʊ, kˈʌm nˈaʊ, swˈɛɹ tə mˌiː ðæt juː wɪl mˌeɪk mˌiː ɐn ˈaɪɚn plˈaʊ, sˈʌtʃ ðætðə smˈɔːlɪst fˈoʊl mˈeɪ biː ˈeɪbəl tə dɹˈɔː ɪt wɪðˌaʊt bˌiːɪŋ tˈaɪɚd, ænd ðˈɛn ɹˈʌn ˈɔf wɪð juː æz fˈæst æz jʊɹ lˈɛɡz wɪl kˈæɹi juː."