text_original: "Talkin' of witches and magicianers," Cried out Jack Saltonstall of Newbury port, "They are the devil's own parishioners, And I knew one of a peculiar sort, Because he was a sailor—had he been A lawyer, now, it wouldn't seem so queer: For conjurers 'mong us ain't often seen, And he was of the kind who ain't small beer, Possessing cash enough to roll in bliss: However that may be, the story's _this_."
text_transcription: TALKING OF WITCHES AND MAGICIANS CRIED OUT JACK SALTONSTAL OF NEWBURY PORT THEY ARE THE DEVIL'S OWN PARISHIONERS AND I KNEW ONE OF A PECULIAR SORT BECAUSE HE WAS A SAILOR HAD HE BEEN A LAWYER NOW IT WOULDN'T SEEM SO QUEER FOR CONJURORS MONG US AIN'T OFTEN SEEN AND HE WAS THE KIND WHO AIN'T SMALL BEER POSSESSING CASH ENOUGH TO ROLL IN BLISS HOWEVER THAT MAY BE THE STORY IS THIS
phonemes: "tˈɔːkɪn ʌv wˈɪtʃᵻz ænd mɐdʒˈɪʃənɚz," kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt dʒˈæk sˈɔltənstˌɔːl ʌv nˈuːbɛɹi pˈɔːɹt, "ðeɪ ɑːɹ ðə dˈɛvəlz ˈoʊn pˈæɹɪʃənɚz, ænd aɪ nˈuː wˈʌn əvə pɪkjˈuːlɪɹ sˈɔːɹt, bɪkˈʌz hiː wʌzɐ sˈeɪlɚ—hæd hiː bˌɪn ɐ lˈɔɪɚ, nˈaʊ, ɪt wˈʊdənt sˈiːm sˌoʊ kwˈɪɹ: fɔːɹ kˈʌndʒjʊɹɹɚz mˈɔŋɡ ˌʌs ˈeɪnt ˈɔfən sˈiːn, ænd hiː wʌz ʌvðə kˈaɪnd hˌuː ˈeɪnt smˈɔːl bˈɪɹ, pəzˈɛsɪŋ kˈæʃ ɪnˈʌf tə ɹˈoʊl ɪn blˈɪs: haʊˈɛvɚ ðæt mˈeɪ bˈiː, ðə stˈɔːɹiz ðˈɪs."