text_original: " My boy, my boy," murmured the widow, in a voice which seemed strange to the two girls, from its new accent of tenderness ; " my own and only son, how is it that you come back to me thus
text_transcription: MY BOY MY BOY MURMURED THE WIDOW IN A VOICE WHICH SEEMED STRANGE TO THE TWO GIRLS FROM ITS NEW ACCENT OF TENDERNESS MY OWN AND MY ONLY SON HOW IS IT THAT YOU COME BACK TO ME THUS
phonemes: " maɪ bˈɔɪ, maɪ bˈɔɪ," mˈɜːmɚd ðə wˈɪdoʊ, ɪn ɐ vˈɔɪs wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmd stɹˈeɪndʒ tə ðə tˈuː ɡˈɜːlz, fɹʌm ɪts nˈuː ˈæksənt ʌv tˈɛndɚnəs ; " maɪ ˈoʊn ænd ˈoʊnli sˈʌn, hˌaʊ ɪz ɪt ðæt juː kˈʌm bˈæk tə mˌiː ðˈʌs