text_original: Next morning, before the sun was up, there stood in the farmer's yard a new iron plough, and he yoked his dog, Water, to it; and though it was of the size of an ordinary plough, Water drew it with ease through the heaviest clayland, and it tore up prodigious furrows.
text_transcription: NEXT MORNING BEFORE THE SUN WAS UP THERE STOOD IN THE FARMER'S YARD A NEW IRON PLOUGH AND HE YOKED HIS DOG WATER TO IT AND THOUGH IT WAS OF THE SIZE OF AN ORDINARY PLOUGH WATER DREW IT WITH EASE THROUGH THE HEAVIEST CLAYLAND AND THEY TORE UP PRODIGIOUS FURROWS
phonemes: nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə sˈʌn wʌz ˈʌp, ðɛɹ stˈʊd ɪnðə fˈɑːɹmɚz jˈɑːɹd ɐ nˈuː ˈaɪɚn plˈaʊ, ænd hiː jˈoʊkt hɪz dˈɑːɡ, wˈɔːɾɚ, tʊ ɪt; ænd ðˌoʊ ɪt wʌz ʌvðə sˈaɪz əvən ˈɔːɹdɪnˌɛɹi plˈaʊ, wˈɔːɾɚ dɹˈuː ɪt wɪð ˈiːz θɹuː ðə hˈɛviɪst klˈeɪlænd, ænd ɪt tˈɔːɹ ˌʌp pɹədˈɪdʒəs fˈɜːɹoʊz.