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all -> IPA (my personal recieved pronunciation)
/tʃ/ -> x
/dʒ/ -> dzh
/θ/ -> þ
/ʃ/ -> sh
/ʒ/ -> zh
/ŋ/ -> ng or nk
/ɹ̠ʷ/ -> r
/ʍ/ -> w
/ɫ/ -> ll
/◌ʰ/ -> ◌ (deletes aspiration symbols)

/ɪ/ -> i
/i/ -> y
/ɛ/ -> e
/ə/ -> ä
/ɑ/ -> a
/ɔ/ -> o
/ʊ/ -> ü
/u/ -> u
(diphthongs are aj, äw, oj, etc.)

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Twäz brillig än ðä slajðy täwvz
Did gajr än gimbll in ðä wejb;
All mimzy wr ðä borägräwvz,
Än ðä mäwm ræþs æwtgrejb.

“Bywer ðä Dzhæbrwak maj sän!
Ðä dzhaz ðæt bajt, ðä klaz ðæt kæx!
Bywer ðä Dzhäbdzhäb bird, än shän
Ðä frumiäs Bændrsnæx!”

Hy tük hiz vorpll sord in hænd:
Lang tajm ðä mæksom fäw hy sat—
Säw restäd hy baj ðä Tämtäm xry,
Än stüd ä wajll in þat.

Än æz in äfish þat hy stüd,
Ðä Ðzhabrwak, wiþ ajz äv flejm,
Kejm wiflyng þru ðä täldzhy wüd,
Än brblld æz it kejm!

Wän, tu! Wän, tu! Än þru än þru
Ðä vorpll blejd went snikr-snæk!
Hy left it ded, än wiþ its hed
Hy went gälämfyng bæk.

“Än hæst ðæw slejn ðä Dzhæbrwak?
Käm tu maj armz, maj bymish boj!
Äw fræbdzhjuäs dej! Kälu! Kälej!”
Hy xortlld in hiz dzhoj.

Twäz brillig än ðä slajðy täwvz
Did gajr än gimbll in ðä wejb;
All mimzy wr ðä borägräwvz,
Än ðä mäwm ræþs æwtgrejb.

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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.