text_original: But when the girl went out with her basket on her arm, the wood pigeons had already got all the peas in their crops, and she did not know which way she was to turn. She was full of sorrow and never ceased to think how hungry her father would be, and how her good mother would grieve, if she did not go home.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN THE GIRL WENT OUT WITH A BASKET ON HER ARM THE WOODPIGEONS HAD ALREADY GOT ALL THE PEAS IN THEIR CROPS AND SHE DID NOT KNOW WHICH WAY SHE WAS TO SHE WAS FULL OF SORROW AND NEVER CEASED TO THINK HOW HUNGRY HER FATHER WOULD BE AND HOW HER GOOD MOTHER WOULD GRIEVE IF SHE DID NOT GO HOME
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn ðə ɡˈɜːl wɛnt ˈaʊt wɪð hɜː bˈæskɪt ˌɔn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm, ðə wˈʊd pˈɪdʒənz hæd ɔːlɹˌɛdi ɡɑːt ˈɔːl ðə pˈiːz ɪn ðɛɹ kɹˈɑːps, ænd ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wˌɪtʃ wˈeɪ ʃiː wʌz tə tˈɜːn. ʃiː wʌz fˈʊl ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd nˈɛvɚ sˈiːst tə θˈɪŋk hˌaʊ hˈʌŋɡɹi hɜː fˈɑːðɚ wʊd bˈiː, ænd hˌaʊ hɜː ɡˈʊd mˈʌðɚ wʊd ɡɹˈiːv, ɪf ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ hˈoʊm.