text_original: "He met a gal on the trail  a blazin' fine gal," said Chauncey Dike. "She was goin' to Kaintuckee. And Tom  he 'lowed he'd go 'long." Polly Ann laughed, and fingered the withered pieces of skin at Chauncey's girdle.
text_transcription: HE MET A GAL ON THE TRAIL BLAZING FINE GAL SAID CHAUNCY DYKE SHE WAS GOING TO KENTUCKY AND TOM HE LOWED HE'D GO LONG POLLYAN LAUGHED AND FINGERED THE WITHERED PIECES OF SKIN THAT CHAUNCEY'S GIRDLE
phonemes: "hiː mˈɛt ɐ ɡˈæl ɔnðə tɹˈeɪl ɐ blˈæzɪn fˈaɪn ɡˈæl," sˈɛd tʃˈɔːnsi dˈaɪk. "ʃiː wʌz ɡˌoʊɪn tə kˈaɪntəkˌiː. ænd tˈɑːm hiː lˈoʊd hiːd ɡˌoʊ lˈɔŋ." pˈɑːli ˈæn lˈæft, ænd fˈɪŋɡɚd ðə wˈɪðɚd pˈiːsᵻz ʌv skˈɪn æt tʃˈɔːnsiz ɡˈɜːdəl.