text_original: THE WOMAN IN THE RYE "WHY do you stand in the dripping rye, Cold lipped, unconscious, wet to the knee, When there are firesides near?" said I. "I told him I wished him dead," said she.
text_transcription: THE WOMAN IN THE RYE WHY DO YOU STAND IN THE DRIPPING RYE COLD LIPPED UNCONSCIOUS WET TO THE KNEE WHEN THERE ARE FIRESIDES NEAR SAID I I TOLD HIM I WISHED HIM DEAD SAID SHE
phonemes: ðə wˈʊmən ɪnðə ɹˈaɪ "wˌaɪ dˈuː juː stˈænd ɪnðə dɹˈɪpɪŋ ɹˈaɪ, kˈoʊld lˈɪpt, ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs, wˈɛt tə ðə nˈiː, wˌɛn ðɛɹˌɑːɹ fˈaɪɚsaɪdz nˈɪɹ?" sˈɛd ˈaɪ. "aɪ tˈoʊld hˌɪm aɪ wˈɪʃt hˌɪm dˈɛd," sˈɛd ʃiː.