text_original: Polly Ann and I went to the man on the ground, and turned him over. His eyes slid upwards. There was a bloody froth on his lips. "Davy!" cried she, awestricken, "Davy, ye've killed him!" I grew dizzy and sick at the thought, but she caught me and held me to her.
text_transcription: POLLYAN AND I WENT TO THE MAN ON THE GROUND AND TURNED HIM OVER HIS EYES SLID UPWARDS THERE WAS A BLOODY FROTH ON HIS LIPS DAVY CRIED SHE AWE STRICKEN DAVY YE'VE KILLED HIM I GREW DIZZY AND SICK AT THE THOUGHT BUT SHE CAUGHT ME AND HELD ME TO HER
phonemes: pˈɑːli ˈæn ænd aɪ wɛnt tə ðə mˈæn ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd tˈɜːnd hˌɪm ˈoʊvɚ. hɪz ˈaɪz slˈɪd ˈʌpwɚdz. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ blˈʌdi fɹˈɑːθ ˌɔn hɪz lˈɪps. "dˈeɪvi!" kɹˈaɪd ʃiː, ˈɔːstɹɪkən, "dˈeɪvi, jˌiːəv kˈɪld hˌɪm!" aɪ ɡɹˈuː dˈɪzi ænd sˈɪk æt ðə θˈɔːt, bˌʌt ʃiː kˈɔːt mˌiː ænd hˈɛld mˌiː tə hɜː.