text_original: She saw a butcher riding along the road, and she called to him "Butcher, butcher, 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 won't get home till midnight with my pail of fine ripe blackberries." But the butcher wouldn't. There was a piece of rope twisted about the fence.
text_transcription: SHE SAW A BUTCHER RIDING ALONG THE ROAD AND SHE CALLED TO HIM BUTCHER BUTCHER 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 WON'T GET HOME TILL MIDNIGHT WITH MY PAIL OF FINE RIPE BLACKBERRIES BUT THE BUTCHER WOULDN'T THERE WAS A PIECE OF ROPE TWISTED ABOUT THE FENCE
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɔː ɐ bˈʊtʃɚ ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈoʊd, ænd ʃiː kˈɔːld tə hˌɪm "bˈʊtʃɚ, bˈʊtʃɚ, 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 woʊnt ɡɛt hˈoʊm tˈɪl mˈɪdnaɪt wɪð maɪ pˈeɪl ʌv fˈaɪn ɹˈaɪp blˈækbɛɹiz." bˌʌt ðə bˈʊtʃɚ wˈʊdənt. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ pˈiːs ʌv ɹˈoʊp twˈɪstᵻd ɐbˌaʊt ðə fˈɛns.