text_original: A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in   There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Toward the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced about The chiny on the dresser.
text_transcription: A FIREPLACE FILLED THE ROOMS ONE SIDE WITH HALF A CORD O WOOD IN THERE WARN'T NO STOVES TILL COMFORT DIED TO BAKE YE TO A PUDDING THE WAANNUT LOG SHOT SPARKLES OUT TOWARD THE POOTIEST BLESS HER AND NEEDLE OF FLAMES DANCED ABOUT THE CHINNY ON THE DRESSER
phonemes: ɐ fˈaɪɚpleɪs fˈɪld ðə ɹˈuːmz wˈʌn sˈaɪd wɪð hˈæf ɐ kˈɔːɹd ˈoʊ wˈʊd ɪn ðɛɹ wˈɔːɹənt nˈoʊ stˈoʊvz (tˈɛl kˈʌmfɚt dˈaɪd) tə bˈeɪk jiː tʊ ɐ pˈʌdɪn. ðə wˈænʌt lˈɔɡz ʃˈɑːt spˈɑːɹkəlz ˈaʊt təwˈɔːɹd ðə pˈuːɾiɪst, blˈɛs hɜː, æn lˈiːɾəl flˈeɪmz dˈænst ɐbˌaʊt ðə tʃˈaɪni ɔnðə dɹˈɛsɚ.