text_original: "You may fancy," pursued the Tinker, "that ve ain't perfectly acvainted with your history, but to prove that ve are, I'll just rub up your memory.
text_transcription: YOU MY FANCY PURSUED THE TINKER THAT WE AIN'T PERFECTLY ACQUAINTED WITH YOUR HISTORY BUT TO PROVE THAT WE ARE I'LL JUST ROB UP YOUR MEMORY
phonemes: "juː mˈeɪ fˈænsi," pɚsˈuːd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ, "ðæt vˈiː ˈeɪnt pˈɜːfɛktli ɐkvˈeɪntᵻd wɪð jʊɹ hˈɪstɚɹi, bˌʌt tə pɹˈuːv ðæt vˈiː ɑːɹ, aɪl dʒˈʌst ɹˈʌb ˌʌp jʊɹ mˈɛmɚɹi.