text_original: " Sir," said the fisherman, " you must be cold and hungry ; here are fire to dry your cloak and excellent 3U6 HANS OF ICELAND. bark bread to satisfy your appetite. Afterward your worship may be willing to tell us who you are, where you come from, where you are goiiig, and what stories the gossips relate iu your native place."
text_transcription: SIR SAID THE FISHERMAN YOU MUST BE COLD AND HUNGRY HERE ARE FIRE TO DRY YOUR CLOAK AND EXCELLENT BARK BREAD TO SATISFY YOUR APPETITE AFTERWARD YOUR WORSHIP MAY BE WILLING TO TELL US WHO YOU ARE WHERE YOU COME FROM WHERE YOU ARE GOING AND WHAT STORIES THE GOSSIPS RELATE IN YOUR NATIVE PLACE
phonemes: " sˌɜː," sˈɛd ðə fˈɪʃɚmən, " juː mˈʌst biː kˈoʊld ænd hˈʌŋɡɹi ; hˈɪɹ ɑːɹ fˈaɪɚ tə dɹˈaɪ jʊɹ klˈoʊk ænd ˈɛksələnt θɹˈiː jˈuː sˈɪks hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. bˈɑːɹk bɹˈɛd tə sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪ jʊɹ ˈæpɪtˌaɪt. ˈæftɚwɚd jʊɹ wˈɜːʃɪp mˈeɪ biː wˈɪlɪŋ tə tˈɛl ˌʌs hˈuː juː ɑːɹ, wˌɛɹ juː kˈʌm fɹʌm, wˌɛɹ juː ɑːɹ ɡˈɔɪɪˌɪɡ, ænd wʌt stˈɔːɹiz ðə ɡˈɑːsɪps ɹᵻlˈeɪt ˈɪuː jʊɹ nˈeɪɾɪv plˈeɪs."