text_original: As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors grinder with his barrow; as his wheel whirred he sang— "I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, My coat blows out in the wind behind."
text_transcription: AS HE WAS GOING THROUGH THE LAST VILLAGE THERE STOOD A SCISSORS GRINDER WITH HIS BARROW AS HIS WEAL WORD HE SANG I SHARPEN SCISSORS AND QUICKLY GRIND MY COAT BLOWS OUT IN THE WIND BEHIND
phonemes: æz hiː wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ θɹuː ðə lˈæst vˈɪlɪdʒ, ðɛɹ stˈʊd ɐ sˈɪsɚz ɡɹˈaɪndɚ wɪð hɪz bˈæɹoʊ; æz hɪz wˈiːl wˈɜːd hiː sˈæŋ— "aɪ ʃˈɑːɹpən sˈɪsɚz ænd kwˈɪkli ɡɹˈaɪnd, maɪ kˈoʊt blˈoʊz ˈaʊt ɪnðə wˈɪnd bᵻhˈaɪnd."