text_original: She saw a dog trotting along the road, and she called to him. "Here! here, good dog; come and bite piggy, for I can't make pig go over the stile, and at this rate I won't get home till midnight with my pail of fine ripe blackberries."
text_transcription: SHE SAW A DOG TROTTING ALONG THE ROAD AND SHE CALLED TO HIM HERE HERE GOOD DOG COME AND BITE PIGGY FOR I CAN'T MAKE PIG GO OVER THE STILE AND AT THIS RATE I WON'T GET HOME TILL MIDNIGHT WITH MY PAIL OF FINE RIPE BLACKBERRIES
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɔː ɐ dˈɑːɡ tɹˈɑːɾɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈoʊd, ænd ʃiː kˈɔːld tə hˌɪm. "hˈɪɹ! hˈɪɹ, ɡˈʊd dˈɑːɡ; kˈʌm ænd bˈaɪt pˈɪɡi, fɔːɹ aɪ kˈænt mˌeɪk pˈɪɡ ɡˌoʊ ˌoʊvɚ ðə stˈaɪl, ænd æt ðɪs ɹˈeɪt aɪ woʊnt ɡɛt hˈoʊm tˈɪl mˈɪdnaɪt wɪð maɪ pˈeɪl ʌv fˈaɪn ɹˈaɪp blˈækbɛɹiz."