text_original: She was, in truth, a motherly looking person, her fleshy face creased with strong character. "Who hev ye brought with ye?" she asked, glancing at me. "A lad Polly Ann took a shine to in the settlements," said the old man. "Polly Ann! Polly Ann!" he cried sharply, "we'll hev to be gittin' home."
text_transcription: SHE WAS IN TRUTH A MOTHERLY LOOKING PERSON HER FLESHY FACE GREASED WITH STRONG CHARACTER WHO HAVE YOU BROUGHT WITH YOU SHE ASKED GLANCING AT ME THE LAD POLLY ANNE TOOK A SHINE TOO IN THE SETTLEMENTS SAID THE OLD MAN I ANNE I AM HE CRIED SHARPLY WE'LL HAVE TO BE GETTING HOME
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz, ɪn tɹˈuːθ, ɐ mˈʌðɚli lˈʊkɪŋ pˈɜːsən, hɜː flˈɛʃi fˈeɪs kɹˈiːst wɪð stɹˈɔŋ kˈæɹɪktɚ. "hˌuː hˈɛv jiː bɹˈɔːt wɪð jˈiː?" ʃiː ˈæskt, ɡlˈænsɪŋ æt mˌiː. "ɐ lˈæd pˈɑːli ˈæn tˈʊk ɐ ʃˈaɪn tʊ ɪnðə sˈɛɾəlmənts," sˈɛd ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn. "pˈɑːli ˈæn! pˈɑːli ˈæn!" hiː kɹˈaɪd ʃˈɑːɹpli, "wiːl hˈɛv təbi ɡˈɪtɪn hˈoʊm."