text_original: Tell me, you old philosopher, who seem to be a perfect 158 HANS OF ICELAND. Babel of learning, — you who know everything, can't you help me to remember the name of that magician, your brother ? You must have met him sometimes of a Sabbath, riding through the air on a broomstick, eh
text_transcription: TELL ME YOU OLD PHILOSOPHER WHO SEEM TO BE A PERFECT BABEL OF LEARNING YOU WHO KNOW EVERYTHING CAN'T YOU HELP ME TO REMEMBER THE NAME OF THAT MAGICIAN YOUR BROTHER YOU MUST HAVE MET HIM SOMETIMES OF A SABBATH RIDING THROUGH THE AIR ON A BROOM STICK EH
phonemes: tˈɛl mˌiː, juː ˈoʊld fɪlˈɑːsəfɚ, hˌuː sˈiːm təbi ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti ˈeɪt hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. bˈeɪbəl ʌv lˈɜːnɪŋ, — juː hˌuː nˈoʊ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ, kˈænt juː hˈɛlp mˌiː tə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðə nˈeɪm ʌv ðæt mɐdʒˈɪʃən, jʊɹ bɹˈʌðɚ ? juː mˈʌstɐv mˈɛt hˌɪm sˈʌmtaɪmz əvə sˈæbəθ, ɹˈaɪdɪŋ θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛɹ ˌɔn ɐ bɹˈuːmstɪk, ˈeɪ