text_original: And so we lay the second night dolefully in the rain. But not so much as a whimper escaped from Polly Ann. I have often told her since that the sorest trial she had was the guard she kept on her tongue,  a hardship indeed for one of Irish inheritance.
text_transcription: AND SO WE LAY THE SECOND NIGHT DOLEFULLY IN THE RAIN BUT NOT SO MUCH AS A WHIPPER ESCAPED FROM POLLYANNE I HAVE OFTEN TOLD HER SINCE THAT THE SOREST TRIAL SHE HAD WAS THE GUARD SHE KEPT ON HER TONGUE A HARDSHIP INDEED FOR ONE OF IRISH INHERITANCE
phonemes: ænd sˌoʊ wiː lˈeɪ ðə sˈɛkənd nˈaɪt dˈoʊlfəli ɪnðə ɹˈeɪn. bˌʌt nˌɑːt sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ æz ɐ wˈɪmpɚɹ ɛskˈeɪpt fɹʌm pˈɑːli ˈæn. aɪ hæv ˈɔfən tˈoʊld hɜː sˈɪns ðætðə sˈɔːɹst tɹˈaɪəl ʃiː hæd wʌzðə ɡˈɑːɹd ʃiː kˈɛpt ˌɔn hɜː tˈʌŋ,  ɐ hˈɑːɹdʃɪp ˌɪndˈiːd fɔːɹ wˈʌn ʌv ˈaɪɹɪʃ ɪnhˈɛɹɪtəns.