text_original: It was late in September of the year 1788 when I set out on my homeward way  for Kentucky was home to me. I was going back to Polly Ann and Tom, and visions of that home coming rose before my eyes as I rode.
text_transcription: IT WAS LATE IN SEPTEMBER OF THE YEAR SEVENTEEN EIGHTY EIGHT WHEN I SET OUT ON MY HOMEWARD WAY FOR KENTUCKY WAS HOME TO ME I WAS GOING BACK TO POLLY ANNE AND TOM AND VISIONS OF THAT HOME COMING ROSE BEFORE MY EYES AS I RODE
phonemes: ɪt wʌz lˈeɪt ɪn sɛptˈɛmbɚɹ ʌvðə jˈɪɹ wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi ˈeɪt wɛn aɪ sˈɛt ˈaʊt ˌɔn maɪ hˈoʊmwɚd wˈeɪ fɔːɹ kɛntˈʌki wʌz hˈoʊm tə mˌiː. aɪ wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ bˈæk tə pˈɑːli ˈæn ænd tˈɑːm, ænd vˈɪʒənz ʌv ðæt hˈoʊm kˈʌmɪŋ ɹˈoʊz bᵻfˌɔːɹ maɪ ˈaɪz æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd.