text_original: Thou hast been a good child to us; be so to thine own father. Do thy work, and come back to us again." The tears rained down his cheeks, as Christina's head lay on his bosom, and then with a last kiss he lifted her again on her mule, mounted his horse, and turned back to the city, with his servant.
text_transcription: THOU HAST BEEN A GOOD CHILD TO US BE SO TO THINE OWN FATHER DO THY WORK AND COME BACK TO US AGAIN THE TEARS RAINED DOWN HIS CHEEKS AS CHRISTINA'S HEAD LAY ON HIS BOSOM AND THEN WITH A LAST KISS HE LIFTED HER AGAIN ON HER MULE MOUNTED HIS HORSE AND TURNED BACK TO THE CITY WITH HIS SERVANT
phonemes: ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst bˌɪn ɐ ɡˈʊd tʃˈaɪld tʊ ˌʌs; biː sˌoʊ tə ðaɪn ˈoʊn fˈɑːðɚ. dˈuː ðˌaɪ wˈɜːk, ænd kˈʌm bˈæk tʊ ˌʌs ɐɡˈɛn." ðə tˈɪɹz ɹˈeɪnd dˌaʊn hɪz tʃˈiːks, æz kɹɪstˈiːnəz hˈɛd lˈeɪ ˌɔn hɪz bˈʊzəm, ænd ðˈɛn wɪð ɐ lˈæst kˈɪs hiː lˈɪftᵻd hɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛn ˌɔn hɜː mjˈuːl, mˈaʊntᵻd hɪz hˈɔːɹs, ænd tˈɜːnd bˈæk tə ðə sˈɪɾi, wɪð hɪz sˈɜːvənt.