text_original: One night he met the blacksmith who was going home from his shop and held out his hand to him to shake hands. The blacksmith gave him hold of the iron sock of the plough which he had with him, and he squeezed it as if it had been a piece of clay, saying: 'There's some strong Manx men in the world yet!'
text_transcription: ONE NIGHT HE MET THE BLACKSMITH WHO WAS GOING HOME FROM HIS SHOP AND HELD OUT HIS HAND TO HIM TO SHAKE HANDS THE BLACKSMITH GAVE HIM HOLD OF THE IRON SOCK OF THE PLOUGH WHICH HE HAD WITH HIM AND HE SQUEEZED IT AS IF IT HAD BEEN A PIECE OF CLAY SAYING THERE'S SOME STRONG MANX MAN IN THE WORLD YET
phonemes: wˈʌn nˈaɪt hiː mˈɛt ðə blˈæksmɪθ hˌuː wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ hˈoʊm fɹʌm hɪz ʃˈɑːp ænd hˈɛld ˈaʊt hɪz hˈænd tə hˌɪm tə ʃˈeɪk hˈændz. ðə blˈæksmɪθ ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm hˈoʊld ʌvðɪ ˈaɪɚn sˈɑːk ʌvðə plˈaʊ wˌɪtʃ hiː hˈæd wɪð hˌɪm, ænd hiː skwˈiːzd ɪɾ æz ɪf ɪt hɐdbɪn ɐ pˈiːs ʌv klˈeɪ, sˈeɪɪŋ: ðɛɹz sˌʌm stɹˈɔŋ mˈæŋks mˈɛn ɪnðə wˈɜːld jˈɛt!