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I seen a programme on Irish TV once, the National Museum in Dublin has lots of gold bracelets and brooches that the ancient Irish used to wear They were wondering where they got the gold from to make these trinkets Apparently there was only three places in Ireland that had gold in them The Wicklow mountains just south of Dublin city, in the West around the mountain of Croagh Patrick in County Mayo And up North in the Sperrin mountains in County Tyrone I read somewhere that gold is usually found amid veins of quartz rock So I thought if we got a geology map and we found where that rock predominates Then if we found a stream or river that ran through it Then that'd be...yea! That'd be 'Gold River' We'd be digging big chunks of gold off the river bed I was telling my niece this story and that we should go up the Wicklow mountains some day, bring some pans with us and do some prospecting But she said what if the farmer or owner of the land seen us It's his land so the Gold would belong to him I told her Well we could pretend we were tourists...yea! we were Frenchies, we could say something like "We have come... come from far across the foam... we come to find the 'little people' the leprachaun men... and the great old Irish heroes of yore How you say in the Irish 'The cabbage is good no!'.
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Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
There's Gold in them thar Hills
I seen a programme on Irish TV once, the National Museum in Dublin has lots of gold bracelets and brooches that the ancient Irish used to wear They were wondering where they got the gold from to make these trinkets Apparently there was only three places in Ireland that had gold in them The Wicklow mountains just south of Dublin city, in the West around the mountain of Croagh Patrick in County Mayo And up North in the Sperrin mountains in County Tyrone I read somewhere that gold is usually found amid veins of quartz rock So I thought if we got a geology map and we found where that rock predominates Then if we found a stream or river that ran through it Then that'd be...yea! That'd be 'Gold River' We'd be digging big chunks of gold off the river bed I was telling my niece this story and that we should go up the Wicklow mountains some day, bring some pans with us and do some prospecting But she said what if the farmer or owner of the land seen us It's his land so the Gold would belong to him I told her Well we could pretend we were tourists...yea! we were Frenchies, we could say something like "We have come... come from far across the foam... we come to find the 'little people' the leprachaun men... and the great old Irish heroes of yore How you say in the Irish 'The cabbage is good no!'.
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Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
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