text_original: 'Aw, man alive! But this is the hard bread,' says he. 'What sort have you given me at all, at all?' 'That's the sort I'm giving Finn,' says she. 'An' will Finn's teeth go through this?' 'Aw, yes, Finn thought nothing at all of 'atin' that  that's the sort of bread he was wantin',' says Thrinn. Finn got up out of the cradle, and began to roar for a piece. She fetched him a clout on the lug.
text_transcription: OH MAN ALIVE BUT THIS IS THE HARD BREAD SAYS HE WHAT SORT HAVE YOU GIVEN ME AT ALL AT ALL THAT'S THE SORT I'M GIVEN FIN SAYS SHE AND WILL FINN'S TEETH GO THROUGH THIS AH YES FINN THOUGHT NOTHING AT ALL OF EATING THAT THAT'S THE SORT OF BREAD HE WAS WANTING SAYS FINN FINN GOT UP OUT OF THE CRADLE AND BEGAN TO ROAR FOR A PIECE SHE FETCHED HIM A CLOUT ON THE LOG
phonemes: ˈɔː, mˈæn ɐlˈaɪv! bˌʌt ðɪs ɪz ðə hˈɑːɹd bɹˈɛd,sˈɛz hiː. wˌʌt sˈɔːɹt hæv juː ɡˈɪvən mˌiː æɾ ˈɔːl, æɾ ˈɔːl?ðæts ðə sˈɔːɹt aɪm ɡˈɪvɪŋ fˈɪn,sˈɛz ʃiː. æn wɪl fˈɪnz tˈiːθ ɡˌoʊ θɹuː ðˈɪs?ˈɔː, jˈɛs, fˈɪn θˈɔːt nˈʌθɪŋ æɾ ˈɔːl ʌv ˈætɪn ðæt ðæts ðə sˈɔːɹt ʌv bɹˈɛd hiː wʌz wˈɔntɪn,sˈɛz θɹˈɪn. fˈɪn ɡɑːt ˌʌp ˌaʊɾəv ðə kɹˈeɪdəl, ænd bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈɔːɹ fɚɹə pˈiːs. ʃiː fˈɛtʃt hˌɪm ɐ klˈaʊt ɔnðə lˈʌɡ.