text_original: Ef the child 's gone, why she 's somewhere in the Lord's world, and it 's likely she 'll keep, – she won't melt away like the manna in the wilderness; and when the pigs is killed, and the pork salted down and got out o' the way, it 'll be time enough to think o' lookin' on her up.
text_transcription: IF THE CHILD'S GONE WHY SHE'S SOMEWHERE IN THE LORD'S WORLD AN IT'S LIKELY SHE'LL KEEP SHE WON'T MELT AWAY LIKE THE MEN IN THE WILDERNESS AND WHEN THE PIGS IS KILLED AND THE PORK SALTED DOWN AND GOT OUT O THE WAY IT'LL BE TIME ENOUGH TO THINK OF LOOKIN ON HER UP
phonemes: ˈɛf ðə tʃˈaɪld ˈɛs ɡˈɔn, wˌaɪ ʃiː ˈɛs sˈʌmwɛɹ ɪnðə lˈɔːɹdz wˈɜːld, ænd ɪt ˈɛs lˈaɪkli ʃiː ˌɛlˈɛl kˈiːp, ʃiː woʊnt mˈɛlt ɐwˈeɪ lˈaɪk ðə mˈænə ɪnðə wˈɪldɚnəs; ænd wɛn ðə pˈɪɡz ɪz kˈɪld, ænd ðə pˈɔːɹk sˈɔltᵻd dˌaʊn ænd ɡɑːt ˈaʊt ˈoʊ ðə wˈeɪ, ɪt ˌɛlˈɛl biː tˈaɪm ɪnˈʌf tə θˈɪŋk ˈoʊ lˈʊkɪn ˌɔn hɜːɹ ˈʌp.