text_original: As she turned away, the poor mother, taking each of her children by its back, one in each hand, held them up before the grand lady and cried out loudly, so that all heard her: "May you have as many children as there are days in the year."
text_transcription: AS SHE TURNED AWAY THE POOR MOTHER TAKING EACH OF HER CHILDREN BY ITS BACK ONE IN EACH HAND HELD THEM UP BEFORE THE GRAND LADY AND CRIED OUT LOUDLY SO THAT ALL HURT HER MAY YOU HAVE AS MANY CHILDREN AS THERE ARE DAYS IN THE YEAR
phonemes: æz ʃiː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ, ðə pˈʊɹ mˈʌðɚ, tˈeɪkɪŋ ˈiːtʃ əv hɜː tʃˈɪldɹən baɪ ɪts bˈæk, wˈʌn ɪn ˈiːtʃ hˈænd, hˈɛld ðˌɛm ˌʌp bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə ɡɹˈænd lˈeɪdi ænd kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt lˈaʊdli, sˌoʊ ðæt ˈɔːl hˈɜːd hɜː: "mˈeɪ juː hæv æz mˈɛni tʃˈɪldɹən æz ðɛɹˌɑːɹ dˈeɪz ɪnðə jˈɪɹ."