text_original: Sometimes she sang like a bird, and the forest rang. Sometimes she would make fun of her grandfather or of me; and again she would be silent for an hour at a time, staring ahead, and then I knew she was thinking of that Tom McChesney. She would wake from those reveries with a laugh, and give me a push to send me rolling down a bank. "What's the matter, Davy? You look as solemn as a wood owl. What a little wiseacre you be!"
text_transcription: SOMETIMES SHE SANG LIKE A BIRD AND THE FOREST RANG SOMETIMES SHE WOULD MAKE FUN OF HER GRANDFATHER OR OF ME AND AGAIN SHE WOULD BE SILENT FOR AN HOUR AT A TIME STARING AHEAD AND THEN I KNEW SHE WAS THINKING OF THAT TOM MC CHESNEY SHE WOULD WAKE FROM THOSE REVERIES WITH A LAUGH AND GIVE ME A PUSH TO SEND ME ROLLING DOWN A BANK WHAT'S THE MATTER DAVY YOU LOOK AS SOLEMN AS A WOOD OWL WHAT A LITTLE WISEACRE YOU BE
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz ʃiː sˈæŋ lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɜːd, ænd ðə fˈɔːɹɪst ɹˈæŋ. sˈʌmtaɪmz ʃiː wʊd mˌeɪk fˈʌn ʌv hɜː ɡɹˈændfɑːðɚ ɔːɹ ʌv mˌiː; ænd ɐɡˈɛn ʃiː wʊd biː sˈaɪlənt fɚɹən ˈaʊɚɹ æɾə tˈaɪm, stˈɛɹɪŋ ɐhˈɛd, ænd ðˈɛn aɪ nˈuː ʃiː wʌz θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv ðæt tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni. ʃiː wʊd wˈeɪk fɹʌm ðoʊz ɹˈɛvɚɹiz wɪð ɐ lˈæf, ænd ɡˈɪv mˌiː ɐ pˈʊʃ tə sˈɛnd mˌiː ɹˈoʊlɪŋ dˌaʊn ɐ bˈæŋk. "wˌʌts ðə mˈæɾɚ, dˈeɪvi? juː lˈʊk æz sˈɑːləm æz ɐ wˈʊd ˈaʊl. wˌʌt ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪsækɚ juː bˈiː!"