text_original: When John drove the cart out of the garden gate and down the lane, "Oh," said Emily, "how sweet the honeysuckles and the wild roses smell in the hedges! There, mamma, are some young lambs playing in the fields by their mothers; and there is one quite white  not a spot about it. It turns its pretty face towards us. How mild and gentle it looks!"
text_transcription: WHEN JOHN DROVE THE CART OUT OF THE GARDEN GATE AND DOWN THE LANE OH SAID EMILY HOW SWEET THE HONEYSUCKLES AND THE WILD ROSES SMELL IN THE HEDGES THERE MAMMA ARE SOME YOUNG LAMBS PLAYING IN THE FIELDS BY THEIR MOTHERS AND THERE IS ONE QUITE WHITE NOT A SPOT ABOUT IT IT TURNED ITS PRETTY FACE TOWARD US HOW MILD AND GENTLE IT LOOKS
phonemes: wˌɛn dʒˈɑːn dɹˈoʊv ðə kˈɑːɹt ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡˈeɪt ænd dˌaʊn ðə lˈeɪn, "ˈoʊ," sˈɛd ˈɛmᵻli, "hˌaʊ swˈiːt ðə hˈʌnɪsˌʌkəlz ænd ðə wˈaɪld ɹˈoʊzᵻz smˈɛl ɪnðə hˈɛdʒᵻz! ðˈɛɹ, mˈæmə, ɑːɹ sˌʌm jˈʌŋ lˈæmz plˈeɪɪŋ ɪnðə fˈiːldz baɪ ðɛɹ mˈʌðɚz; ænd ðɛɹ ɪz wˈʌn kwˈaɪt wˈaɪt nˌɑːɾə spˈɑːt ɐbˈaʊt ɪt. ɪt tˈɜːnz ɪts pɹˈɪɾi fˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹdz ˌʌs. hˌaʊ mˈaɪld ænd dʒˈɛntəl ɪt lˈʊks!"