text_original: The buds reddened and popped, and the briers grew pink and white. Through the lengthening days we toiled in the truck patch, but always as I bent to my work Polly Ann's face saddened me  it had once been so bright, and it should have been so at this season.
text_transcription: THE BUDS REDDENED AND POPPED AND THE BRIERS GREW PINK AND WHITE THROUGH THE LENGTHENING DAYS WE TOILED IN THE TRUCK PAT BUT ALWAYS AS I BENT TO MY WORK POLLY ANN'S FACE SADDENED ME IT HAD ONCE BEEN SO BRIGHT AND IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SO AT THIS SEASON
phonemes: ðə bˈʌdz ɹˈɛdənd ænd pˈɑːpt, ænd ðə bɹˈaɪɚz ɡɹˈuː pˈɪŋk ænd wˈaɪt. θɹuː ðə lˈɛŋθənɪŋ dˈeɪz wiː tˈɔɪld ɪnðə tɹˈʌk pˈætʃ, bˌʌt ˈɔːlweɪz æz aɪ bˈɛnt tə maɪ wˈɜːk pˈɑːli ˈænz fˈeɪs sˈædənd mˌiː ɪt hæd wˈʌns bˌɪn sˌoʊ bɹˈaɪt, ænd ɪt ʃˌʊdəv bˌɪn sˌoʊ æt ðɪs sˈiːzən.