text_original: One young lady of sixty two, With high heeled boots and buckles, too, And with a crutch she had to go To see the grand review, sir, She on the hill was pushed about By some great ugly fellow, Her crutch soon broke and she fell down, And she lost her umbrella.
text_transcription: ONE YOUNG LADY OF SIXTY TWO WITH HIGH HEELED BOOTS AND BUCKLES TOO AND WITH THE CRUTCH SHE HAD TO GO TO SEE THE GRAND REVISER SHE ON THE HILL WAS PUSHED ABOUT BY SOME GREAT UGLY FELLOW HER CRUTCH SOON BROKE AND SHE FELL DOWN AND SHE LOST HER UMBRELLA
phonemes: wˈʌn jˈʌŋ lˈeɪdi ʌv sˈɪksti tˈuː, wɪð hˈaɪ hˈiːld bˈuːts ænd bˈʌkəlz, tˈuː, ænd wɪð ɐ kɹˈʌtʃ ʃiː hædtə ɡˌoʊ tə sˈiː ðə ɡɹˈænd ɹᵻvjˈuː, sˌɜː, ʃiː ɔnðə hˈɪl wʌz pˈʊʃt ɐbˌaʊt baɪ sˌʌm ɡɹˈeɪt ˈʌɡli fˈɛloʊ, hɜː kɹˈʌtʃ sˈuːn bɹˈoʊk ænd ʃiː fˈɛl dˈaʊn, ænd ʃiː lˈɔst hɜːɹ ʌmbɹˈɛlə.