text_original: But long o' her his veins 'ould run All crinkly like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o' sun Ez a south slope in Ap'il.
text_transcription: BUT LONG O'ER HIS VEINS UD RUN ALL CRINKLY LIKE CURLED MAPLE THE SIDE SHE BRUSHED FELT FULL O SUN AS A SOUTH SLOPE IN APRIL
phonemes: bˌʌt lˈɔŋ ˈoʊ hɜː hɪz vˈeɪnz ˈʊd ɹˈʌn ˈɔːl kɹˈɪŋkli lˈaɪk kˈɜːld mˈeɪpəl, ðə sˈaɪd ʃiː bɹˈɛʃt fˈɛlt fˈʊl ˈoʊ sˈʌn ˈɛz ɐ sˈaʊθ slˈoʊp ɪn ɐpˈɪl.