text_original: " My cards ! My own old cards ! The tools which have so often won for me both bread and cheese 1 Is it strange that I should regard them almost as my own children, sir?
text_transcription: MY CARDS MY OWN OLD CARDS THE TOOLS WHICH HAVE SO OFTEN WORN FOR ME BOTH BREAD AND CHEESE IS IT STRANGE THAT I SHOULD REGARD THEM ALMOST AS MY OWN CHILDREN SIR
phonemes: " maɪ kˈɑːɹdz ! maɪ ˈoʊn ˈoʊld kˈɑːɹdz ! ðə tˈuːlz wˌɪtʃ hæv sˌoʊ ˈɔfən wˈʌn fɔːɹ mˌiː bˈoʊθ bɹˈɛd ænd tʃˈiːz wˈʌn ɪz ɪt stɹˈeɪndʒ ðæt aɪ ʃˌʊd ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹd ðˌɛm ˈɔːlmoʊst æz maɪ ˈoʊn tʃˈɪldɹən, sˌɜː?