text_original: 'What are thou blowing on thee fingers for?' said the Fynoderee. 'To put them in heat,' said the Farmer. At supper that night the Farmer's porridge was hot and he blew on it.
text_transcription: WHAT ART THOU BLOWING ON THY FINGERS FOR SAID THE FINADERI TO PUT THEM IN HEAT SAID THE FARMER AT SUPPER THAT NIGHT THE FARMER'S PORRIDGE WAS HOT AND HE BLEW ON IT
phonemes: wˌʌt ɑːɹ ðˈaʊ blˈoʊɪŋ ˌɔn ðiː fˈɪŋɡɚz fɔːɹ?sˈɛd ðə fˈaɪnoʊdɹˌiː. tə pˌʊt ðˌɛm ɪn hˈiːt,sˈɛd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ. æt sˈʌpɚ ðæt nˈaɪt ðə fˈɑːɹmɚz pˈɔɹɪdʒ wʌz hˈɑːt ænd hiː blˈuː ˈɔn ɪt.