text_original: She kissed her father's palsied hand, her mother's wasting cheek, And whirled out on the driving storm beyond the craggy reek. 72 A LAY OF THE FAMINE 73 But God is kinder on the bog than man is in the town And Eileen quails before the stranger's harsh rebuke and frown.
text_transcription: SHE KISSED HER FATHER'S PALSIED HAND HER MOTHER'S WASTING CHEEK AND WHIRLED OUT ON THE DRIVING STORM BEYOND THE CRAGGY REEK BUT GOD IS KINDER ON THE BOG THAN MAN IS IN THE TOWN AND AILEEN QUAILS BEFORE THE STRANGER'S HARSH REBUKE AND FROWN
phonemes: ʃiː kˈɪst hɜː fˈɑːðɚz pˈɔːlzid hˈænd, hɜː mˈʌðɚz wˈeɪstɪŋ tʃˈiːk, ænd wˈɜːld ˈaʊt ɔnðə dɹˈaɪvɪŋ stˈɔːɹm bᵻjˌɔnd ðə kɹˈæɡi ɹˈiːk. sˈɛvənti tˈuː ɐ ˌɛlˌeɪwˈaɪ ʌvðə fˈæmɪn sˈɛvənti θɹˈiː bˌʌt ɡˈɑːd ɪz kˈaɪndɚɹ ɔnðə bˈɑːɡ ðɐn mˈæn ɪz ɪnðə tˈaʊn ænd ˈaɪliːn kwˈeɪlz bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚz hˈɑːɹʃ ɹᵻbjˈuːk ænd fɹˈaʊn.