text_original: Ye could n't light on wus than ye have lit on, – for Old Crab's possessed of a devil, everybody knows; and as for Miss Asphyxia, she 's one of the kind of sperits that goes walkin' through dry places seekin' rest and findin' none. Lordy massy, an old gal like her ain't nobody to bring up a child.
text_transcription: HE COULDN'T LIGHT ON WUS OR WHAT YE LIT ON FOR OLD CRAPS POSSESSED OF A DEVIL EVERYBODY KNOWS AND AS FOR MESSA FIX YES SHE'S ONE OF THE KIND O SPERRITS THAT GOES WALKIN THROUGH DRY PLACES SEEKIN REST AND FINDING NONE LORD MASSY AN OLE GAL LIKE HER AIN'T NOBODY TO BRING UP A CHILD
phonemes: jiː kʊd ˈɛnt lˈaɪt ˌɔn wjˈuːz ðɐn jiː hæv lˈɪt ˈɔn, fɔːɹ ˈoʊld kɹˈæbz pəzˈɛst əvə dˈɛvəl, ˈɛvɹɪbˌɑːdi nˈoʊz; ænd æz fɔːɹ mˈɪs ɐsfˈɪksiə, ʃiː ˈɛs wˈʌn ʌvðə kˈaɪnd ʌv spˈɛɹɪts ðæt ɡoʊz wˈɔːkɪn θɹuː dɹˈaɪ plˈeɪsᵻz sˈiːkɪn ɹˈɛst ænd fˈaɪndɪn nˈʌn. lˈɔːɹdi mˈæsi, ɐn ˈoʊld ɡˈæl lˈaɪk hɜːɹ ˈeɪnt nˈoʊbɑːdi tə bɹˈɪŋ ˌʌp ɐ tʃˈaɪld.