text_original: "That's richt, my man," responded his father with satisfaction. "Gien ever I see ye pree (_taste_) the boatle, I'll warstle frae my grave an' fleg ye oot o' the sma' wuts ye hae, my man."
text_transcription: THAT'S RICHT MY MAN RESPONDED HIS FATHER WITH SATISFACTION GIN ERE I SEE YE PRET TASTE THE BOTTLE I'LL WASH AFRAY ME GRAVE AND FLAKE YE OUT O THE SMALL WOTCH YE HI MY MAN
phonemes: "ðæts ɹˈɪxt, maɪ mˈæn," ɹᵻspˈɑːndᵻd hɪz fˈɑːðɚ wɪð sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən. "dʒˈiːn ˈɛvɚɹ aɪ sˈiː jiː pɹˈiː (tˈeɪst) ðə bˈoʊɾəl, aɪl wˈɔːɹsəl fɹˈiː maɪ ɡɹˈeɪv æn flˈɛɡ jiː ˈuːt ˈoʊ ðə smˈɑː wˈʌts jiː hˈiː, maɪ mˈæn."