text_original: _ POMONA In the far off days, when the children of sunny Italy saw the hillside vineyards rich with purple grapes, and the branches of the orchards bending with the weight of luscious fruit, they clapped their hands and cried gleefully, "See Pomona's Gifts."
text_transcription: ER POMONA IN THE FAR OFF DAYS WHEN THE CHILDREN OF SUNNY ITALY SAW THE HILLSIDE VINEYARDS RICH WITH PURPLE GRAPES AND THE BRANCHES OF THE ORCHARDS BENDING WITH THE WEIGHT OF LUSCIOUS FRUIT THEY CLAPPED THEIR HANDS AND CRIED GLEEFULLY SEE POMONA'S GIFTS
phonemes: pəmˈoʊnə ɪnðə fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf dˈeɪz, wˌɛn ðə tʃˈɪldɹən ʌv sˈʌni ˈɪɾəli sˈɔː ðə hˈɪlsaɪd vˈɪnjɚdz ɹˈɪtʃ wɪð pˈɜːpəl ɡɹˈeɪps, ænd ðə bɹˈæntʃᵻz ʌvðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚdz bˈɛndɪŋ wɪððə wˈeɪt ʌv lˈʌʃəs fɹˈuːt, ðeɪ klˈæpt ðɛɹ hˈændz ænd kɹˈaɪd ɡlˈiːfəli, "sˈiː pəmˈoʊnəz ɡˈɪfts."