text_original: Must be played for life and death. And the good boat leant till she seemed to strike The water's face with her mast. And the swift waves rose like hidden foes. That seize on their prey at last. 1 68 But she shook them off and righted herself, In the teeth of the stress and the strain ; And we smiled, for we knew, if we steered her true. That the wind's wild rage was vain.
text_transcription: WAS A GAME OF LIFE AND DEATH AND THE GOOD BOAT LEANT TILL SHE SEEMED TO STRIKE THE WATER'S FACE WITH HER MAST AND THE MAD WAVES ROSE LIKE HIDDEN FOES THAT SEIZE ON THEIR PREY AT LAST BUT SHE SHOOK THEM OFF AND RIGHTED HERSELF IN THE TEETH OF THE STRESS AND THE STRAIN AND WE SMILED FOR WE KNEW IF WE STEERED HER TRUE THAT THE WIND'S WILD RAGE WAS VAIN
phonemes: mˈʌst biː plˈeɪd fɔːɹ lˈaɪf ænd dˈɛθ. ænd ðə ɡˈʊd bˈoʊt lˈɛnt tˈɪl ʃiː sˈiːmd tə stɹˈaɪk ðə wˈɔːɾɚz fˈeɪs wɪð hɜː mˈæst. ænd ðə swˈɪft wˈeɪvz ɹˈoʊz lˈaɪk hˈɪdən fˈoʊz. ðæt sˈiːz ˌɔn ðɛɹ pɹˈeɪ æt lˈæst. wˈʌn sˈɪksti ˈeɪt bˌʌt ʃiː ʃˈʊk ðˌɛm ˈɔf ænd ɹˈaɪɾᵻd hɜːsˈɛlf, ɪnðə tˈiːθ ʌvðə stɹˈɛs ænd ðə stɹˈeɪn ; ænd wiː smˈaɪld, fɔːɹ wiː nˈuː, ɪf wiː stˈɪɹd hɜː tɹˈuː. ðætðə wˈɪndz wˈaɪld ɹˈeɪdʒ wʌz vˈeɪn.