text_original: Or in her long solitudes, when all the household was out of doors, and she alone in the dark 264 MARGARET OF ANGOUL^ME. little house with the baby at her breast, the mother would sing a strange little song of the Vaudois mountains, with their mists and rain  bows, and clouds that suddenly blot the fields from sight and as suddenly pass away.
text_transcription: OR IN HER LONG SOLITUDES WHEN ALL THE HOUSEHOLD WAS OUT OF DOORS AND SHE ALONE IN THE DARK LITTLE HOUSE WITH THE BABY AT HER BREAST THE MOTHER WOULD SING A STRANGE LITTLE SONG OF THE VAUDOIS MOUNTAINS WITH THEIR MISTS AND RAINBOWS AND CLOUDS THAT SUDDENLY BLOT THE FIELDS FROM SIGHT AND AS SUDDENLY PASS AWAY
phonemes: ɔːɹ ɪn hɜː lˈɔŋ sˈɑːlɪtˌuːdz, wˌɛn ˈɔːl ðə hˈaʊshoʊld wʌz ˌaʊɾəv dˈɔːɹz, ænd ʃiː ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti fˈɔːɹ mˈɑːɹɡɹət ʌv ˈæŋɡaʊl mˌiː. lˈɪɾəl hˈaʊs wɪððə bˈeɪbi æt hɜː bɹˈɛst, ðə mˈʌðɚ wʊd sˈɪŋ ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ lˈɪɾəl sˈɔŋ ʌvðə vˈɔːdwɑː mˈaʊntɪnz, wɪð ðɛɹ mˈɪsts ænd ɹˈeɪn bˈoʊz, ænd klˈaʊdz ðæt sˈʌdənli blˈɑːt ðə fˈiːldz fɹʌm sˈaɪt ænd æz sˈʌdənli pˈæs ɐwˈeɪ.