text_original: cried Polly Ann, who had come in upon us. "Hev ye no sperrit, Tom McChesney?" "There's no chance ag'in the law," said Tom, hopelessly. "Thar's Perkins had his land tuck away last year, and Terrell's moved out, and twenty more I could name. And thar's Dan'l Boone, himself.
text_transcription: CRIED POLLY ANN WHO HAD COME IN UPON US HAVE YOU NO SPIRIT TOM MC CHESNEY THERE'S NO CHANCE AGAIN THE LAW SAID TOM HOPELESSLY THERE'S PERKINS AT HIS LAND TOOK AWAY LAST YEAR AND CAROL'S MOVED OUT AND TWENTY MORE I CAN NAME AND THERE'S DAN'L BOONE HIMSELF
phonemes: kɹˈaɪd pˈɑːli ˈæn, hˌuː hæd kˈʌm ɪn əpˌɑːn ˌʌs. "hˈɛv jiː nˈoʊ spˈɛɹɪt, tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni?" "ðɛɹz nˈoʊ tʃˈæns ˈæɡɪn ðə lˈɔː," sˈɛd tˈɑːm, hˈoʊpləsli. "θˈɑːɹz pˈɜːkɪnz hæd hɪz lˈænd tˈʌk ɐwˈeɪ lˈæst jˈɪɹ, ænd tˈɛɹəlz mˈuːvd ˈaʊt, ænd twˈɛnti mˈɔːɹ aɪ kʊd nˈeɪm. ænd θˈɑːɹz dˈænl bˈuːn, hɪmsˈɛlf.