text_original: There was a willow tree mother had planted, which now swept the ground with its long, graceful branches. There were quantities of rose and lilac bushes, a walled spring of delicious water in the cellar, and a whole world of wealth; but the potato lot looked up in des  pair — a patch of yellow clay.
text_transcription: THERE WAS A WILLOW TREE MOTHER HAD PLANTED WHICH NOW SWEPT THE GROUND WITH ITS LONG GRACEFUL BRANCHES THERE WERE QUANTITIES OF ROSE AND LILAC BUSHES A WALLED SPRING OF DELICIOUS WATER IN THE CELLAR AND A WHOLE WORLD OF WEALTH BUT THE POTATO LOT LOOKED UP IN DESPAIR A PATCH OF YELLOW CLAY
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ wˈɪloʊ tɹˈiː mˈʌðɚ hæd plˈæntᵻd, wˌɪtʃ nˈaʊ swˈɛpt ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd wɪð ɪts lˈɔŋ, ɡɹˈeɪsfəl bɹˈæntʃᵻz. ðɛɹwˌɜː kwˈɔntᵻɾiz ʌv ɹˈoʊz ænd lˈaɪlək bˈʊʃᵻz, ɐ wˈɔːld spɹˈɪŋ ʌv dᵻlˈɪʃəs wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪnðə sˈɛlɚ, ænd ɐ hˈoʊl wˈɜːld ʌv wˈɛlθ; bˌʌt ðə pətˈeɪɾoʊ lˈɑːt lˈʊkt ˌʌp ɪn dˈɛs pˈɛɹ — ɐ pˈætʃ ʌv jˈɛloʊ klˈeɪ.