text_original: But their eyes never meet in midst of their speech. For they know, as they talk, full well. That a fire burns low in the heart of each, With the pain of a stifled hell. 98 WAITING TO JOG. It 's all up now with the poor old dog — He 's fought and finished his day ; And he 's tired and worn and waiting to jog In peace on his homeward way.
text_transcription: BUT THEIR EYES NEVER MEET IN MIDST OF THEIR SPEECH FOR THEY KNOW AS THEY TALK FULL WELL THAT A FIRE BURNS LOW IN THE HEARTS OF EACH WITH THE PAIN OF A STIFLED HELL WAITING TO JOG IT'S ALL UP NOW WITH THE POOR OLD DOG HE'S FOUGHT AND FINISHED HIS DAY AND HE'S TIRED AND WORN AND WAITING TO JOG IN PEACE ON HIS HOMEWARD WAY
phonemes: bˌʌt ðɛɹ ˈaɪz nˈɛvɚ mˈiːt ɪn mˈɪdst ʌv ðɛɹ spˈiːtʃ. fɔːɹ ðeɪ nˈoʊ, æz ðeɪ tˈɔːk, fˈʊl wˈɛl. ðˌæɾə fˈaɪɚ bˈɜːnz lˈoʊ ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ˈiːtʃ, wɪððə pˈeɪn əvə stˈaɪfəld hˈɛl. nˈaɪnti ˈeɪt wˈeɪɾɪŋ tuː dʒˈɑːɡ. ɪt ˈɛs ˈɔːl ˌʌp nˈaʊ wɪððə pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld dˈɑːɡ — hiː ˈɛs fˈɔːt ænd fˈɪnɪʃt hɪz dˈeɪ ; ænd hiː ˈɛs tˈaɪɚd ænd wˈɔːɹn ænd wˈeɪɾɪŋ tə dʒˈɑːɡ ɪn pˈiːs ˌɔn hɪz hˈoʊmwɚd wˈeɪ.