text_original: The children clung to my knees; and with a "God bless ye, Davy, and come back to us," Tom squeezed my hand until I winced with pain. I leaped on the mare, and with blinded eyes rode down the familiar trail, past the mill, to Harrodsburg.
text_transcription: THE CHILDREN CLUNG TO MY KNEES AND WITH A GOD'S BLESS YOU DAVY AND COME BACK TO US TOM SQUEEZED MY HAND UNTIL I WINCED WITH PAIN I LEAPED ON THE MARE AND WITH BLINDED EYES RODE DOWN THE FAMILIAR TRAIL PAST THE MILL TO HERRITSBURG
phonemes: ðə tʃˈɪldɹən klˈʌŋ tə maɪ nˈiːz; ænd wɪð ˈeɪ "ɡˈɑːd blˈɛs jˈiː, dˈeɪvi, ænd kˈʌm bˈæk tʊ ˌʌs," tˈɑːm skwˈiːzd maɪ hˈænd ʌntˈɪl aɪ wˈɪnst wɪð pˈeɪn. aɪ lˈiːpt ɔnðə mˈɛɹ, ænd wɪð blˈaɪndᵻd ˈaɪz ɹˈoʊd dˌaʊn ðə fəmˈɪlɪɹ tɹˈeɪl, pˈæst ðə mˈɪl, tə hˈæɹədsbˌɜːɡ.