text_original: Often did I sit with Polly Ann till midnight in the sentry's tower, straining my ears for the owl's hoot that warned us of his coming. Sometimes he was empty handed, but sometimes a deer hung limp and black across his saddle, or a pair of turkeys swung from his shoulder.
text_transcription: OFTEN DID I SIT WITH POLLY ANNE TILL MIDNIGHT IN THE SENTRY TOWER STRAINING MY EARS FOR THE OWL'S HOOT THAT WARNED US OF HIS COMING SOMETIMES HE WAS EMPTY HANDED BUT SOMETIMES A DEER HUNG LIMP AND BLACK ACROSS HIS SADDLE OR A PAIR OF TURKEYS SWUNG FROM HIS SHOULDER
phonemes: ˈɔfən dˈɪd aɪ sˈɪt wɪð pˈɑːli ˈæn tˈɪl mˈɪdnaɪt ɪnðə sˈɛntɹiz tˈaʊɚ, stɹˈeɪnɪŋ maɪ ˈɪɹz fɚðɪ ˈaʊlz hˈuːt ðæt wˈɔːɹnd ˌʌs ʌv hɪz kˈʌmɪŋ. sˈʌmtaɪmz hiː wʌz ˈɛmpti hˈændᵻd, bˌʌt sˈʌmtaɪmz ɐ dˈɪɹ hˈʌŋ lˈɪmp ænd blˈæk əkɹˌɑːs hɪz sˈædəl, ɔːɹ ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv tˈɜːkiz swˈʌŋ fɹʌm hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ.