text_original: Gibbie obeyed, and getting under the Gordon tartan, lay and looked out, like a weasel from its hole, at his father's back. For half an hour or so Sir George went on drinking. All at once he started to his feet, and turning towards the bed a white face distorted with agony, kneeled down on the box and groaned out: "O God, the pains o' hell hae gotten haud upo' me. O Lord, I'm i' the grup o' Sawtan.
text_transcription: GIBBEY OBEYED AND GETTING UNDER THE GORDON TARTAN LAY AND LOOKED OUT LIKE A WEASEL FROM ITS HOLE AT HIS FATHER'S BACK FOR HALF AN HOUR OR SO SIR GIBBEY WENT ON DRINKING ALL AT ONCE HE STARTED TO HIS FEET AND TURNING TOWARDS THE BED A WHITE FACE DISTORTED WITH AGONY KNEELED DOWN ON THE BOX AND GROANED OUT OH GOOD THE PAINS O HERE A GOTTEN HELD UPON ME O LORD I MEAN THE GROUP A CERTAIN
phonemes: ɡˈɪbi oʊbˈeɪd, ænd ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ˌʌndɚ ðə ɡˈɔːɹdən tˈɑːɹtən, lˈeɪ ænd lˈʊkt ˈaʊt, lˈaɪk ɐ wˈiːzəl fɹʌm ɪts hˈoʊl, æt hɪz fˈɑːðɚz bˈæk. fɔːɹ hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚ ɔːɹ sˌoʊ sˌɜː dʒˈɔːɹdʒ wɛnt ˌɔn dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ. ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns hiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd tə hɪz fˈiːt, ænd tˈɜːnɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ðə bˈɛd ɐ wˈaɪt fˈeɪs dɪstˈɔːɹɾᵻd wɪð ˈæɡəni, nˈiːld dˌaʊn ɔnðə bˈɑːks ænd ɡɹˈoʊnd ˈaʊt: "ˈoʊ ɡˈɑːd, ðə pˈeɪnz ˈoʊ hˈɛl hˈiː ɡˈɑːʔn̩ hˈɔːd jˈuːpoʊ mˌiː. ˈoʊ lˈɔːɹd, aɪm ˈaɪ ðə ɡɹˈʌp ˈoʊ sˈɔːtən.