text_original: "Mrs. McChesney," said Colonel Clark to Polly Ann, "you look as if you could make johnny cake. Have you any meal?" "That I have," cried Polly Ann, "though it's fair mouldy. Davy, run and fetch it." I ran to the pack on the sorrel mare.
text_transcription: MISSUS MC CHESTNY SAID COLONEL CLARK TO POLLYANN YOU LOOK AS IF YOU COULD MAKE A JOHNNY CAKE HAVE YOU ANY MEAL THAT I HAVE CRIED POLLYAN THOUGH IT'S FAIR MOULDY DAVY RUN AND FETCH IT I RAN TO THE PACK ON THE SORREL MARE
phonemes: "mˈɪsɪz. mə tʃˈɛsni," sˈɛd kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk tə pˈɑːli ˈæn, "juː lˈʊk æz ɪf juː kʊd mˌeɪk dʒˈɑːni kˈeɪk. hæv juː ˌɛni mˈiːl?" "ðæt aɪ hˈæv," kɹˈaɪd pˈɑːli ˈæn, "ðˌoʊ ɪts fˈɛɹ mˈoʊldi. dˈeɪvi, ɹˈʌn ænd fˈɛtʃ ɪt." aɪ ɹˈæn tə ðə pˈæk ɔnðə sˈɔɹəl mˈɛɹ.