text_original: She clapped her hands, flushed joyous hues; "O yes—I'll up and ride If I am to wear my satin shoes And be a proper bride!" Out then her little foot held she, As to depart with speed; The madhouse man smiled pleasantly To see the wile succeed.
text_transcription: SHE CLAPPED HER HANDS FLUSHED JOYOUS OH YES I'LL UP AND RIDE IF I AM TO WEAR MY SATIN SHOES AND BE A PROPER BRIDE OUT THEN HER LITTLE FOOTHELL SHE AS TO DEPART WITH SPEED THE MADHOUSE MAN SMILED PLEASANTLY TO SEE THE WILD SUCCEED
phonemes: ʃiː klˈæpt hɜː hˈændz, flˈʌʃt dʒˈɔɪəs hjˈuːz; "ˈoʊ jˈɛs—aɪl ˌʌp ænd ɹˈaɪd ɪf aɪɐm tə wˈɛɹ maɪ sˈætɪn ʃˈuːz ænd biː ɐ pɹˈɑːpɚ bɹˈaɪd!" ˈaʊt ðˈɛn hɜː lˈɪɾəl fˈʊt hˈɛld ʃiː, æz tə dᵻpˈɑːɹt wɪð spˈiːd; ðə mˈædhaʊs mˈæn smˈaɪld plˈɛzəntli tə sˈiː ðə wˈaɪl səksˈiːd.