The mother went to the fair and she bought a milch cow, and some clothes for the Buideach, and when he got her gone he went to the parish priest and said that he would like to make confession. He told the priest then everything that happened to him from the time he met the Tinker and the Black Donkey.
"Indeed, you are a good boy," said the priest, "give me some of the gold."
The Buideach gave him twenty pieces, but he was not satisfied with that, and he asked for the price of a horse.
"I did not think that a priest would be covetous," said he, "but I see now that they are as covetous as women. Here are twenty more pieces for you; are you satisfied now?"
"I am, and I am not," said the priest. "Since you have a purse which will never be empty as long as you live, you should be able to give me as much as would set up a fine church in place of the miserable one which we have in the parish now."
"Get workmen and masons, and begin the church, and I'll give you the workmen's wages from week to week," said the Buideach.
"I'd sooner have it now," said the priest. "A thousand pieces will do the work, and if you give them to me now I'll put up the church."
The Buideach gave him one thousand pieces of gold out of the purse, and the purse was none the lighter for it.
The Buideach came home and his mother was there before him, with a fine milch cow and new clothes for himself. "Indeed, that's a good cow," said he; "we can give the poor people some milk every morning."