text_original: Polly Ann sat by the little window of the cabin, spinning the flax into linsey woolsey. And she made a hunting shirt for her grandfather, and another little one for me which she fitted with careful fingers. But as she spun, her wheel made the only music  for Polly Ann sang no more.
text_transcription: POLLYANNE SAT BY THE LITTLE WINDOW OF THE CABIN SPINNING THE FLAX INTO LINSEY WOOLSEY AND SHE MADE A HUNTING SHIRT FOR HER GRANDFATHER AND ANOTHER LITTLE ONE FOR ME WHICH SHE FITTED WITH CAREFUL FINGERS BUT AS SHE SPUN HER WHEEL MADE THE ONLY MUSIC FOR POLLYANNE SANG NO MORE
phonemes: pˈɑːli ˈæn sˈæt baɪ ðə lˈɪɾəl wˈɪndoʊ ʌvðə kˈæbɪn, spˈɪnɪŋ ðə flˈæks ˌɪntʊ lˈɪnsi wˈʊlsi. ænd ʃiː mˌeɪd ɐ hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt fɔːɹ hɜː ɡɹˈændfɑːðɚ, ænd ɐnˈʌðɚ lˈɪɾəl wˈʌn fɔːɹ mˌiː wˌɪtʃ ʃiː fˈɪɾᵻd wɪð kˈɛɹfəl fˈɪŋɡɚz. bˌʌt æz ʃiː spˈʌn, hɜː wˈiːl mˌeɪd ðɪ ˈoʊnli mjˈuːzɪk fɔːɹ pˈɑːli ˈæn sˈæŋ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.