text_original: It was a sandy stretch of broom and gorse and heather, with a few Scotch firs; it had no value at all, and he longed for it, as a boy might long for the bite someone else had snatched out of his apple.
text_transcription: IT WAS A SANDY STRETCH OF BROOM AND GORSE AND HEATHER WITH A FEW SCOTCH FIRS IT HAD NO VALUE AT ALL AND HE LONGED FOR IT AS A BOY MIGHT LONG FOR THE BITE SOME ONE ELSE HAD SNATCHED OUT OF HIS APPLE
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ sˈændi stɹˈɛtʃ ʌv bɹˈuːm ænd ɡˈɔːɹs ænd hˈɛðɚ, wɪð ɐ fjˈuː skˈɑːtʃ fˈɜːz; ɪt hæd nˈoʊ vˈæljuː æɾ ˈɔːl, ænd hiː lˈɔŋd fɔːɹ ɪt, æz ɐ bˈɔɪ mˌaɪt lˈɔŋ fɚðə bˈaɪt sˈʌmwʌn ˈɛls hæd snˈætʃt ˌaʊɾəv hɪz ˈæpəl.