text_original: "The likes of me," she said, fighting back her tears, "forgettin' you like this. Ye'll forgive me, Mr. Dick?" Dick begged her not to mind him, to let him wait on himself  she wouldn't hear of it, but went through the round.
text_transcription: THE LIKES OF ME SHE SAID FIGHTING BACK HER TEARS FORGETTING YOU LIKE THIS YOU'LL FORGIVE ME MISTER DICK DICK BEGGED HER NOT TO MIND HIM TO LET HIM WAIT ON HIMSELF SHE WOULDN'T HEAR OF IT AND WENT THROUGH THE ROUND
phonemes: "ðə lˈaɪks ʌv mˌiː," ʃiː sˈɛd, fˈaɪɾɪŋ bˈæk hɜː tˈɪɹz, "fɚɡˈɛtɪn juː lˈaɪk ðˈɪs. jˌiːəl fɚɡˈɪv mˌiː, mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪk?" dˈɪk bˈɛɡd hɜː nˌɑːt tə mˈaɪnd hˌɪm, tə lˈɛt hˌɪm wˈeɪt ˌɔn hɪmsˈɛlf ʃiː wˈʊdənt hˈɪɹ ʌv ɪt, bˌʌt wɛnt θɹuː ðə ɹˈaʊnd.