text_original: "Oh, Master Jamie, 'ain't' again!" nurse murmured, in a tone of mild reproof. "But there's nice things in it," continued Jamie, paying no attention to the good woman. "There's a man, cut out of stone, lying on his back, and he's lost his nose. He twies to put his hands together, but can't, not properly, 'cos some of his fingers has come off." "I should like to see him," remarked Elsie, "very much."
text_transcription: OH MASTER JAMIE AIN'T AGAIN NURSE MURMURED IN A TONE OF MILD REPROOF BUT THERE'S NICE THINGS IN IT CONTINUED JAMIE PAYING NO ATTENTION TO THE GOOD WOMAN AS A MAN CUT OUT A STONE LYING ON HIS BACK AND HE'S LOST HIS NOSE HE TRIES TO PUT HIS HANDS TOGETHER BUT CAN'T NOT PROPERLY CAUSE SOME OF HIS FINGERS HAS COME OFF I SHOULD LIKE TO SEE HIM REMARKED ELSIE VERY MUCH
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, mˈæstɚ dʒˈeɪmi, ˈeɪnt ɐɡˈɛn!" nˈɜːs mˈɜːmɚd, ɪn ɐ tˈoʊn ʌv mˈaɪld ɹᵻpɹˈuːf. "bˌʌt ðɛɹz nˈaɪs θˈɪŋz ɪn ɪt," kəntˈɪnjuːd dʒˈeɪmi, pˈeɪɪŋ nˈoʊ ɐtˈɛnʃən tə ðə ɡˈʊd wˈʊmən. "ðɛɹz ɐ mˈæn, kˈʌt ˌaʊɾəv stˈoʊn, lˈaɪɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz bˈæk, ænd hiːz lˈɔst hɪz nˈoʊz. hiː twˈaɪz tə pˌʊt hɪz hˈændz təɡˈɛðɚ, bˌʌt kˈænt, nˌɑːt pɹˈɑːpɚli, kˈɑːs sˌʌm ʌv hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz hɐz kˈʌm ˈɔf." "aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈaɪk tə sˈiː hˌɪm," ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt ˈɛlsi, "vˈɛɹi mˈʌtʃ."