text_original: That I cried as I wint, with the dint o' the ache was in all o' my bones On account of the heavy day's work pickin' up the loose stones An' I earnin' a bit for the childher, till in on the flure Of the cabin I stumbled at last, an' I barred up the dure.
text_transcription: THAT I CRIED AS I WINNED WITH THE DIN THAT THE ACHE WAS IN ALL OF MY BONES ON ACCOUNT OF THE HEAVY DAY'S WORK PICKING UP THE LOOSE STONES AND I EARNING A BIT FOR THE CHILDER TILL IN ON THE FLOOR OF THE CABIN I STUMBLED AT LAST AND I BARRED UP THE DOOR
phonemes: ðæt aɪ kɹˈaɪd æz aɪ wˈɪnt, wɪððə dˈɪnt ˈoʊ ðɪ ˈeɪk wʌz ɪn ˈɔːl ˈoʊ maɪ bˈoʊnz ˌɔn ɐkˈaʊnt ʌvðə hˈɛvi dˈeɪz wˈɜːk pˈɪkɪn ˌʌp ðə lˈuːs stˈoʊnz æn aɪ ˈɜːnɪn ɐ bˈɪt fɚðə tʃˈaɪldhɚ, tˈɪl ɪn ɔnðə flˈʊɹ ʌvðə kˈæbɪn aɪ stˈʌmbəld æt lˈæst, æn aɪ bˈɑːɹd ˌʌp ðə dˈʊɹ.