There lived a man in Co. Wicklow who dreamy three times of a Bridge of Good Luck in London. One morning he started very early for London to find the Bridge. As soon as he came to a Bridge he though he had found the Bridge of his dreams. He walked up and down and met a man who asked him what he was looking for. He also told him that he dreamt of a man in Wicklow who had a bush in his garden under which was buried a crock of gold. The Irishman went home and looked for the crock. He dug in the garden and found a crock of gold. A big stone covered the crock on which was inscribed some Latin characters. He kept the stone safe in a hiding place. One day a poor scholar came to the house and read the Latin. This is what he read:- "There is a larger crock of gold buried on the other side of the bush." He dug for the gold and discovered it and was happily ever after.
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