text_original: We were on the edge of another dreaded summer of siege, the prospect of banishment from the homes we could almost see, staring us in the face, and the labors of the spring lost again.
text_transcription: WE WERE ON THE EDGE OF ANOTHER DREADED SUMMER OF SIEGE THE PROSPECT OF BANISHMENT FROM THE HOMES WE COULD ALMOST SEE STARING US IN THE FACE AND THE LABOURS OF THE SPRING LOST AGAIN
phonemes: wiː wɜːɹ ɔnðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌv ɐnˈʌðɚ dɹˈɛdᵻd sˈʌmɚɹ ʌv sˈiːdʒ, ðə pɹˈɑːspɛkt ʌv bˈænɪʃmənt fɹʌmðə hˈoʊmz wiː kʊd ˈɔːlmoʊst sˈiː, stˈɛɹɪŋ ˌʌs ɪnðə fˈeɪs, ænd ðə lˈeɪbɚz ʌvðə spɹˈɪŋ lˈɔst ɐɡˈɛn.