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,