text_original: 89 ALL RIGHT IN THE DOG'S HOLE. Let them say what they will, 't is little we care,  We laugh to each other and wink, For we know how to settle our own affair, Whatever the wise ones think. They turn up the white of their eyes to the sky. With their mixture of pity and blame, Yet our dog's hole 's all right by day and by night, And our trust in each other the same.
text_transcription: ALL RIGHT IN THE DOG'S HOLE LET THEM SAY WHAT THEY WILL TIS LITTLE WE CARE WE LAUGH TO EACH OTHER AND WINK FOR WE KNOW HOW TO SETTLE OUR OWN AFFAIR WHATEVER THE WISE ONES THINK THEY TURN UP THE WHITE OF THEIR EYES TO THE SKY WITH THEIR MIXTURE OF PITY AND BLAME YET OUR DOGS HOLES ALL RIGHT BY DAY AND BY NIGHT AND OUR TRUST IN EACH OTHER THE SAME
phonemes: ˈeɪɾi nˈaɪn ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt ɪnðə dˈɑːɡz hˈoʊl. lˈɛt ðˌɛm sˈeɪ wʌt ðeɪ wˈɪl, tˈiː ɪz lˈɪɾəl wiː kˈɛɹ,  wiː lˈæf tʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ ænd wˈɪŋk, fɔːɹ wiː nˈoʊ hˌaʊ tə sˈɛɾəl ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn ɐfˈɛɹ, wʌtˈɛvɚ ðə wˈaɪz wˈʌnz θˈɪŋk. ðeɪ tˈɜːn ˌʌp ðə wˈaɪt ʌv ðɛɹ ˈaɪz tə ðə skˈaɪ. wɪð ðɛɹ mˈɪkstʃɚɹ ʌv pˈɪɾi ænd blˈeɪm, jˈɛt ˌaʊɚ dˈɑːɡz hˈoʊl ˈɛs ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt baɪ dˈeɪ ænd baɪ nˈaɪt, ænd ˌaʊɚ tɹˈʌst ɪn ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ ðə sˈeɪm.