there he was always at the bridge hoping he might get it. A citizen saw him on several occasions and he asked him one day why he was always at the bridge. The man told him that he dreamt several nights in succession that there was a pot of gold hidden there, and that if he went over he would get it. "You are a foolish man" said the citizen to give heed to dreams. "I dreamt" he said "that if I were in Ireland I would get a pot of gold," and he told him the sort of the place that he saw in his dream.
That is in my garden said the Irish man. The next day the man came home and he got his loy and shovel and started to dig under this tree where the man told him it was. He dug away for several days and when he was about to give up the search he found it. So he and his wife lived happily together for the rest of their lives.