text_original: And whenever, in response to a salute, she was forced to bow her head, a blush rose in her cheeks, a wan smile seemed to make confession: "I know I look a guy; I know it's odd for me to be sitting here alone!"
text_transcription: AND WHENEVER IN RESPONSE TO A SALUTE SHE WAS FORCED TO BOW HER HEAD A BLUSH ROSE IN HER CHEEKS A WANING SMILE SEEMED TO MAKE CONFESSION I KNOW I LOOK A GUY I KNOW IT'S ODD FOR ME TO BE SITTING HERE ALONE
phonemes: ænd wɛnˈɛvɚ, ɪn ɹᵻspˈɑːns tʊ ɐ səlˈuːt, ʃiː wʌz fˈɔːɹst tə bˈaʊ hɜː hˈɛd, ɐ blˈʌʃ ɹˈoʊz ɪn hɜː tʃˈiːks, ɐ wˈæn smˈaɪl sˈiːmd tə mˌeɪk kənfˈɛʃən: "aɪ nˈoʊ aɪ lˈʊk ɐ ɡˈaɪ; aɪ nˈoʊ ɪts ˈɑːd fɔːɹ mˌiː təbi sˈɪɾɪŋ hˈɪɹ ɐlˈoʊn!"