text_original: When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary.
text_transcription: WHEN MA BINDBY UPON HIM SLIPS HULDY SOT PALE AS ASHES ALL KEENEST SMILEY ROUND THE LIPS AND TEARRY ROUND THE LASHES FOR SHE WAS JUST THE QUIET KIND WHOSE NATURES NEVER VARY LIKE STREAMS THAT KEEP A SUMMER MIND SNOW HID IN JANUARY
phonemes: wˌɛn mˈɑː baɪmˈɛbi əpˌɑːn ˈɛm slˈɪps, hˈʌldi sˈɑːt pˈeɪl ˈɛz ˈæʃᵻz, ˈɔːl kˈɪn ˈoʊ smˈaɪli ɹˈaʊn ðə lˈɪps æn tˈɪɹi ɹˈaʊn ðə lˈæʃᵻz. fɔːɹ ʃiː wʌz dʒˈɛs ðə kwˈaɪət kˈaɪnd hˌuːz nˈeɪɾɚz nˈɛvɚ vˈɛɹi, lˈaɪk stɹˈiːmz ðæt kˈiːp ɐ sˈʌmɚ mˈaɪnd snˈoʊhɪd ɪn dʒˈɛnuːˌɛɹi.