text_original: She's going, cried the auctioneer, she's going, upon my life;  Tinkers, coblers, sailors, will you buy a charming wife? Such fighting, scratching, tearing too, before no one did see;  Such roaring, bawling, swearing, O! blow me, it was a spree.
text_transcription: SHE'S GOING CRIED THE AUCTIONEER SHE'S GOING UPON MY LIFE TINKERS COBBLERS SAILORS WILL YOU BUY A CHARMING WIFE SUCH FIGHTING SCRATCHING TEARING TWO BEFORE NO ONE DID SEE SUCH ROARING BAWLING SWEARING OH BLOW ME IT WAS A SPREE
phonemes: ʃiːz ɡˈoʊɪŋ, kɹˈaɪd ðɪ ˈɔːkʃənˈɪɹ, ʃiːz ɡˈoʊɪŋ, əpˌɑːn maɪ lˈaɪf;  tˈɪŋkɚz, kˈɑːblɚz, sˈeɪlɚz, wɪl juː bˈaɪ ɐ tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ wˈaɪf? sˈʌtʃ fˈaɪɾɪŋ, skɹˈætʃɪŋ, tˈɛɹɪŋ tˈuː, bᵻfˌɔːɹ nˈoʊwˈʌn dˈɪd sˈiː;  sˈʌtʃ ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ, bˈɔːlɪŋ, swˈɛɹɪŋ, ˈoʊ! blˈoʊ mˌiː, ɪt wʌzɐ spɹˈiː.