text_original: 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: 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: 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.