text_original: Droppin' her needles, an' throwin' the stockin' down there on the chair, And away with her over the bog, an' she gettin' thin an' small Till the sketch of the shape of her's swallyed at last in the air Of the cloud and the mist, and the last of her's nothin' at all.
text_transcription: DROPPING HER NEEDLES AND THROWING THE STOCKING DOWN THERE ON THE CHAIR AND AWAY WITH HER OVER THE BOG AND SHEEK AND THIN SMALL TILL THE SKETCH OF THE SHAPE OF HERS SWALLIED AT LAST IN THE AIR OF THE CLOUD AND THE MIST AND THE LAST OF HERS NOTHING AT ALL
phonemes: dɹˈɑːpɪn hɜː nˈiːdəlz, æn θɹˈoʊɪn ðə stˈɑːkɪn dˌaʊn ðɛɹ ɔnðə tʃˈɛɹ, ænd ɐwˈeɪ wɪð hɜːɹ ˌoʊvɚ ðə bˈɑːɡ, æn ʃiː ɡˈɛʔn θˈɪn æn smˈɔːl tˈɪl ðə skˈɛtʃ ʌvðə ʃˈeɪp ʌv hɜːz swˈɔːlɪd æt lˈæst ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ ʌvðə klˈaʊd ænd ðə mˈɪst, ænd ðə lˈæst ʌv hɜːz nˈʌθɪn æɾ ˈɔːl.