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Charles Fort - Irish Castle

In Waterproof coat and wellington boots,
I`d scour the fields to find some loot.
Happy in my warmth and a large bobble hat.
Not really knowing i looked such a pratt.

I once used to ply this curse by day,
and lazily while my summers away,
While pondering finds, I would stroke my beard,
whilst all about me would think i`m weird.

Strong mocking came from those uncouth,
Laughed at by strangers and stoned by youth,
Old friends would turn their heads in scorn,
"He`s a metal detectorist" to their children they`d warn.

So I started to walk through the fields, dead of night,
and try to keep myself from sight,
I would hope to god they were not suspecting,
that this strange bloke had gone metal detecting.

Slowly this habit took over my life,
and due to my strangeness, was left by my wife,
Now frightened of people, i hid through the day,
and came out at night when looks would not sway,

To archi`s i`d take the things that i hoarded,
to be treated with disgust, before i was ordered
to remove from this site, my desocrating hands,
and told not to remove history from our lands

so here are my reasons for tecting at night,
you`ve heard my toil, you know my plight,
shunned and hurt by the archi proffesion
i still take my finds and that`s my conffession

I hand over my silver, i hand over my gold,
to the farmer and the archi`s just as i am told,
I stick by the rules and i won`t break the law,
but i`m buggered if i`m gonna tell em theres more.

I have a full roman army and a long viking boat
Just sat in my garden and guarded by moat,
I play chess on the arc that the covenant lay
and i polish the armour, fought in wars of past day

I would love to share this booty and heirloom,
but they`d take it away and throw it in storeroom,
In my own little way, i have educated the youth
but they think that i built it and don`t know the truth.

Steve
(Yorkshire)

Addendum.

To end this sad and lonely tale
I give some advice for you to avail
If you ever hear someone creep in your shed
It's only Honky stashing his bloody lead.

Rev. Gravin

The following was originally posted to the uk.rec.metaldetecting newsgroup on 09.03.03 by Princebilly 1sth and I think its well worthy of being repeated here.

Ode To The Detectorist.

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