Th' Owd, Owd Story.

It wor th' owd, owd story he towd her,         Th' story, 'at's owder nor time;     Nowt ivver chap whisper'd wor owder,         Nowt ivver soa grand an sublime.     For man nivver towd ither story,         Soa chock full ov magic as this,     For, it shraaded th' young chaps i' glory,         An' filled her 'at listened wi' bliss.     Th' story had wrought sich a wonder         Noa ither tale ivver has done--     Two hearts, that afooar wor assunder,         Wor knit i' a crack into one.     An' still he kept tellin' her th' story,         Which mooar an' mooar wonderful grew,     (Soa oft its been tell'd its grown hoary,)         But shoo could hav sworn it wor new.     Shoo thowt of th' angels above 'em,         Wor jealous o' her, an' him, then--     For angels has noa chaps to love 'em,         Love's nobbut for wimmin an' men.     But th' love i' her heart ovvercame her,         An' shoo pitied th' whole angel thrang,     Aw know what love is, an' dooant blame her,         An' aw dooant think her pity wor wrang.     Th' story wor towd, an' for ever         It wor noa gurt shakes what might befall;     Nowt but deeath, these two hearts could sever,         An' that nobbut partly, net awl:     For love like one's soul is immortal,         If its love, it wont vanish away--     Its birth wor inside o' th' breet portal         Ov Eden, it knows noa decay.     Sin' then it has lived on, while th' ages         Has rowled on wi' uniform flow,     As young, an as fresh, as when sages         Towd ther sweethearts it cent'ries ago--     An' chaps 'll be tellin th' story,         Th' breet, owd, owd story ov love,     When time, an' love, fade inter th' glory         'At streams thro' th' manshuns above.