Irish stonemason

An Irish stonemason migrated to Australia.  He had been told
what a fine country it was, a real land of opportunity. 
Unfortunately, there isn't all that much opportunity for
traditional stonemasons these days, and he found he couldn't get
a job in WA, so he headed east.

Coming across the Nullarbor, he was impressed by the amount of stone
along the way and decided he would put his talents to use and build
a fine stone bridge that people would undoubtedly marvel at and insist
on offering him a job, so splendid would be this demonstration of his
workmanship.

After working hard for some five years, he finally finished his
monumental task and as fine a stone bridge as you would see anywhere
in the world, spanned a full 60 yards of the barren plain.

Of course, not many people passed that way, but one day a civil
engineer passed by with his family on their way to Adelaide.
The engineer was utterly astounded to see this marvellous bridge
way out in the desert, and stopped to enquire who built it.
The Irishman was naturally very proud of his handiwork, and was
delighted to point out all the technical features of the construction
to one who could appreciate these things.

As he was leaving, the engineer could not help himself blurting
out that, as fine as the bridge was, it was really rather wasted
out here in the desert.  The Irishman agreed.  He realised it
had been a rather silly place to build a bridge, and had often
thought of moving it to a creek or river somewhere.  But, as he
pointed out, he was too soft hearted, and he couldn't bear to
disappoint the Aussies who regularly came to fish from it.