text_original: Often Polly Ann would draw me to her and whisper: "We'll hold out, Davy. He'll never know."
text_transcription: OFTEN POLLYANNE WOULD DRAW ME TO HER AND WHISPER WE'LL HOLD OUT DAVY HE'LL NEVER KNOW
phonemes: ˈɔfən pˈɑːli ˈæn wʊd dɹˈɔː mˌiː tə hɜː ænd wˈɪspɚ: "wiːl hˈoʊld ˈaʊt, dˈeɪvi. hiːl nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ."