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Sandra Needham United Kingdom (3/16/2013 4:02:00 PM)

My 92 year old mother in law has been looking for an Irish poem about a miser who took gold from the end of the rainbow, but the fairies watched him and as money fell out of a hole in his sack they turned the golden coins into buttercups. The poem begins something like:

just where the rainbow touches earth
there stands a pot of gold,
and long ago a man passed by
and found it we are told...

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  • Laura Burns (3/17/2013 4:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    THE BUTTERCUPS

    Just where the rainbow touches earth,
    There stands a pot of gold;
    And, long ago, a man passed by
    And found it, we are told.

    He took the little golden coins
    And put them in a sack,
    And through the meadow trudged along,
    The bag upon his back.

    Now, in the bag there was a hole,
    And soon the gold fell out,
    And, 'mid the grasses, as he went,
    Was scattered all about.

    It was Midsummer Evening,
    And fairies in the grass
    Had seen the dropping bits of gold
    And watched the miser pass.

    And so each fairy merrily
    A shining bit picked up,
    And, in a twinkling, changed it to
    A yellow buttercup.

    This comes from Great Britain's Royal Geographic Society's Primary Education, vol.15, where the author is given as S.W.B.

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    • Colette Dunne (4/12/2013 7:46:00 AM) Post reply

      A big thank you! I too have been - on and off - looking for this poem for the past 10 years since my daughter was born. My mother, who would have been 93 this month, and from the west coast of Ireland ... more

    • Sandra Needham (3/20/2013 5:25:00 AM) Post reply

      Wonderful. This was taught to my mother-in-law and her sister at school in Ireland so many years ago, and whilst both remembered much of the poem they could never put it all together. You have no i ... more

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