text_original: As Polly Ann and I went about our daily chores, we would talk of Tom McChesney. Often she would sit idle at the hand mill, a light in her eyes that I would have given kingdoms for.
text_transcription: AS POLLYANN AND I WENT ABOUT OUR DAILY CHORES WE WOULD TALK OF TOM A CHESTNUT OFTEN SHE WOULD SIT IDLE AT THE HANDMILL A LIGHT IN HER EYES THAT I WOULD HAVE GIVEN KINGDOMS FOR
phonemes: æz pˈɑːli ˈæn ænd aɪ wɛnt ɐbˌaʊt ˌaʊɚ dˈeɪli tʃˈɔːɹz, wiː wʊd tˈɔːk ʌv tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni. ˈɔfən ʃiː wʊd sˈɪt ˈaɪdəl æt ðə hˈænd mˈɪl, ɐ lˈaɪt ɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ðæt aɪ wʊdhɐv ɡˈɪvən kˈɪŋdəmz fɔːɹ.