text_original: The boys are stiddy, all of 'em, stiddy as churches. They hain't soaked a mite to day, mum, and they ain't goin' to; they've hove the jug into a snowdrift, and they'd take it kind, mum  if you are willin'." The woman, still smiling happily, was already wrapping up the baby.
text_transcription: THE BOYS ARE STEADY ALL OF EM STEADY AS CHURCHES AND HAIN'T SOAKED A MITE TO DAY MUM AND THEY AIN'T GOIN TO THEY HAVE HOVED THE JUG INTO A SNOWDRIFT AND THEY'D TAKE IT KIND MUM IF YOU WERE WILLING THE WOMAN STILL SMILING HAPPILY WAS ALREADY WRAPPING UP THE BABY
phonemes: ðə bˈɔɪz ɑːɹ stˈɪdi, ˈɔːl ʌv ˈɛm, stˈɪdi æz tʃˈɜːtʃᵻz. ðeɪ hˈeɪnt sˈoʊkt ɐ mˈaɪt tə dˈeɪ, mˈʌm, ænd ðeɪ ˈeɪnt ɡˌoʊɪn tuː; ðeɪv hˈoʊv ðə dʒˈʌɡ ˌɪntʊ ɐ snˈoʊdɹɪft, ænd ðeɪd tˈeɪk ɪt kˈaɪnd, mˈʌm ɪf juː ɑːɹ wˈɪlᵻn." ðə wˈʊmən, stˈɪl smˈaɪlɪŋ hˈæpɪli, wʌz ɔːlɹˌɛdi ɹˈæpɪŋ ˌʌp ðə bˈeɪbi.