text_original: Polly Ann lay on the log bedstead, and she turned to mine a face radiant with a happiness I had not imagined. "Oh, Davy, have ye seen him? Have ye seen little Tom? Davy, I reckon I'll never be so happy again. Fetch him here, Mrs. Cowan."
text_transcription: POLLYANN LAY ON THE LOG BEDSTEAD AND SHE TURNED TO MINE A FACE RADIANT WITH A HAPPINESS I HAD NOT IMAGINED OH DAVY HAVE YOU SEEN HIM HAVE YOU SEEN LITTLE TOM DAVY I RECKON I'LL NEVER BE SO HAPPY AGAIN FETCH HIM HERE MISSUS COWIN
phonemes: pˈɑːli ˈæn lˈeɪ ɔnðə lˈɔɡ bˈɛdstɛd, ænd ʃiː tˈɜːnd tə mˈaɪn ɐ fˈeɪs ɹˈeɪdiənt wɪð ɐ hˈæpɪnəs aɪ hæd nˌɑːt ɪmˈædʒɪnd. "ˈoʊ, dˈeɪvi, hæv jiː sˈiːn hˌɪm? hæv jiː sˈiːn lˈɪɾəl tˈɑːm? dˈeɪvi, aɪ ɹˈɛkən aɪl nˈɛvɚ biː sˌoʊ hˈæpi ɐɡˈɛn. fˈɛtʃ hˌɪm hˈɪɹ, mˈɪsɪz. kˈaʊən."