text_original: But as she spun, her wheel made the only music  for Polly Ann sang no more. Once I came on her as she was thrusting the tattered piece of birch bark into her gown, but she never spoke to me more of Tom McChesney. When, from time to time, the snow melted on the hillsides, I sometimes surprised a deer there and shot him with the heavy rifle. And so the months wore on till spring.
text_transcription: BUT AS SHE SPUN HER WHEEL MADE THE ONLY MUSIC FOR POLLYANNE SANG NO MORE ONCE I CAME ON HER AS SHE WAS THRUSTING THE TATTERED PIECE OF BIRCH BARK INTO HER GOWN BUT SHE NEVER SPOKE TO ME MORE OF TOM MC CHESTNATE WHEN FROM TIME TO TIME THE SNOW MELTED ON THE HILLSIDES I SOMETIMES SURPRISED A DEER THERE AND SHOT IN WITH THE HEAVY RIFLE AND SO THE MONTHS WORE ON TILL SPRING
phonemes: bˌʌt æz ʃiː spˈʌn, hɜː wˈiːl mˌeɪd ðɪ ˈoʊnli mjˈuːzɪk fɔːɹ pˈɑːli ˈæn sˈæŋ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. wˈʌns aɪ kˈeɪm ˌɔn hɜːɹ æz ʃiː wʌz θɹˈʌstɪŋ ðə tˈæɾɚd pˈiːs ʌv bˈɜːtʃ bˈɑːɹk ˌɪntʊ hɜː ɡˈaʊn, bˌʌt ʃiː nˈɛvɚ spˈoʊk tə mˌiː mˈɔːɹ ʌv tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni. wˌɛn, fɹʌm tˈaɪm tə tˈaɪm, ðə snˈoʊ mˈɛltᵻd ɔnðə hˈɪlsaɪdz, aɪ sˈʌmtaɪmz sɚpɹˈaɪzd ɐ dˈɪɹ ðɛɹ ænd ʃˈɑːt hˌɪm wɪððə hˈɛvi ɹˈaɪfəl. ænd sˌoʊ ðə mˈʌnθs wˈɔːɹ ˌɔn tˈɪl spɹˈɪŋ.