text_original: She got a lot of bullock's blood, And mixed up in a pail, Sir, So to think that I am murdered, now Master will not fail, Sir; She smashed the poker right in two, That no one should doubt it, With a bit of glue, now this is true, She stuck the hair about it.
text_transcription: SHE GOT A LOT OF BULLOCKS BLOOD AND MIXED UP IN A PAIL SIR SO TO THINK THAT I AM MURDERED NOW MASTER WILL NOT FAIL SIR SHE SMASHED THE POKER RIGHT IN TWO THAT NO ONE SHOULD DOUBT IT WITH A BIT OF GLUE NOW THIS IS TRUE SHE STUCK THE HAIR ABOUT IT
phonemes: ʃiː ɡɑːt ɐ lˈɑːt ʌv bˈʊləks blˈʌd, ænd mˈɪkst ˌʌp ɪn ɐ pˈeɪl, sˌɜː, sˌoʊ tə θˈɪŋk ðæt aɪɐm mˈɜːdɚd, nˈaʊ mˈæstɚ wɪl nˌɑːt fˈeɪl, sˌɜː; ʃiː smˈæʃt ðə pˈoʊkɚ ɹˈaɪt ɪn tˈuː, ðæt nˈoʊwˈʌn ʃˌʊd dˈaʊt ɪt, wɪð ɐ bˈɪt ʌv ɡlˈuː, nˈaʊ ðɪs ɪz tɹˈuː, ʃiː stˈʌk ðə hˈɛɹ ɐbˈaʊt ɪt.