text_original: Just then a butcher came by, wheeling a fine little pig in a barrow, and he stopped to speak with Jack. "What ails you," said he, "that you look so sad and down in the mouth?"
text_transcription: JUST THEN A BUTCHER CAME BY WHEELING A FINE LITTLE PIG IN A BARROW AND HE STOPPED TO SPEAK WITH JACK WHAT AILED YOU SAID HE THAT YOU LOOK SO SAD AND DOWN IN THE MOUTH
phonemes: dʒˈʌst ðˈɛn ɐ bˈʊtʃɚ kˈeɪm bˈaɪ, wˈiːlɪŋ ɐ fˈaɪn lˈɪɾəl pˈɪɡ ɪn ɐ bˈæɹoʊ, ænd hiː stˈɑːpt tə spˈiːk wɪð dʒˈæk. "wˌʌt ˈeɪlz juː," sˈɛd hiː, "ðæt juː lˈʊk sˌoʊ sˈæd ænd dˌaʊn ɪnðə mˈaʊθ?"