text_original: Then the old woman called to a brook near by, "Water, water, 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."
text_transcription: THEN THE OLD WOMAN CALLED TO A BROOK NEAR BY WATER WATER 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
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən kˈɔːld tʊ ɐ bɹˈʊk nˌɪɹ bˈaɪ, "wˈɔːɾɚ, wˈɔːɾɚ, 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."