text_original: " Dear daughter, we have suffered sore, but we are safe at last, For God has taken us to him and bids yourself make haste. 74 A LAY OF THE FAMINE " So hurry to our cabin lone, and dig a grave full deep And underneath the white bog flower our bodies lay to sleep.
text_transcription: DEAR DAUGHTER WE HAVE SUFFERED SORE BUT WE ARE SAFE AT LAST FOR GOD HAS TAKEN US TO HIM AND BIDS YOURSELF MAKE HASTE SO HURRY TO OUR CABIN ALONE AND DIG A GRAVE FULL DEEP AND UNDERNEATH THE WHITE BOG FLOWER OUR BODIES LAY TO SLEEP
phonemes: " dˈɪɹ dˈɔːɾɚ, wiː hæv sˈʌfɚd sˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt wiː ɑːɹ sˈeɪf æt lˈæst, fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːd hɐz tˈeɪkən ˌʌs tə hˌɪm ænd bˈɪdz jɔːɹsˈɛlf mˌeɪk hˈeɪst. sˈɛvənti fˈɔːɹ ɐ lˈeɪ ʌvðə fˈæmɪn " sˌoʊ hˈɜːɹi tʊ ˌaʊɚ kˈæbɪn lˈoʊn, ænd dˈɪɡ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv fˈʊl dˈiːp ænd ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ ðə wˈaɪt bˈɑːɡ flˈaʊɚɹ ˌaʊɚ bˈɑːdiz lˈeɪ tə slˈiːp.