text_original: There was a piece of rope twisted about the fence. "Rope, rope," she cried, "hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water, water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig, pig won't go over the stile, and I shan't get home till midnight with my pail of fine ripe blackberries." But the rope wouldn't.
text_transcription: THERE WAS A PIECE OF ROPE TWISTED ABOUT THE FENCE ROPE ROPE SHE CRIED HANG BUTCHER BUTCHER WON'T KILL OX OX WON'T DRINK WATER WATER WON'T QUENCH FIRE FIRE WON'T BURN STICK STICK WON'T BEAT DOG DOG WON'T BITE PIG PIG WON'T GO OVER THE STILE AND I SHAN'T GET HOME TILL MIDNIGHT WITH MY PAIL OF FINE RIPE BLACKBERRIES BUT THE ROPE WOULDN'T
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ pˈiːs ʌv ɹˈoʊp twˈɪstᵻd ɐbˌaʊt ðə fˈɛns. "ɹˈoʊp, ɹˈoʊp," ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, "hˈæŋ bˈʊtʃɚ; bˈʊtʃɚ woʊnt kˈɪl ˈɑːks, ˈɑːks woʊnt dɹˈɪŋk wˈɔːɾɚ, wˈɔːɾɚ woʊnt kwˈɛntʃ fˈaɪɚ, fˈaɪɚ woʊnt bˈɜːn stˈɪk, stˈɪk woʊnt bˈiːt dˈɑːɡ, dˈɑːɡ woʊnt bˈaɪt pˈɪɡ, pˈɪɡ woʊnt ɡˌoʊ ˌoʊvɚ ðə stˈaɪl, ænd aɪ ʃˌɑːnt ɡɛt hˈoʊm tˈɪl mˈɪdnaɪt wɪð maɪ pˈeɪl ʌv fˈaɪn ɹˈaɪp blˈækbɛɹiz." bˌʌt ðə ɹˈoʊp wˈʊdənt.