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.