text_original: "Ox, ox," she cried, "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 ox wouldn't.
text_transcription: OX OX SHE CRIED 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 OX WOULDN'T
phonemes: "ˈɑːks, ˈɑːks," ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, "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 ðɪ ˈɑːks wˈʊdənt.