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Portumna Community School Transition Year Creative Engagement Project 2017-2018     “G.A.A. TWIST” Act 1   Scene 1: A nation in turmoil Scene 2: Dark Rosaleen Scene 3: Genesis of the GAA Scene 4: Interview: Caitriona Perry, Portumna style Scene 5: Dance: Clash of the Ash Scene 6: Céile: Traditional group: Jigs, Reels and brush dance.          Traditional group and friends celebrate Irish culture. Finale: Twelve Days of Christmas according to the T.Y’s.   Act 1 Scene 1: A nation in Turmoil Narrator: The wild and disunited Ireland of the Celts which for years became the fountainhead of Christianity; the intrusion of the Danes and the Normans who began to colonise and urbanise Ireland. We then had years of ascendency when new populations and a new language were planted. We had the upsurge of Irish Nationalism in the 1800’s. Ireland was a nation in turmoil. Drums Scene 1 involves Ireland a nation in turmoil with a battle on stage involving swords and muskets with haunting background music.   Scene 2 Narrator: Back in the end of the 16th Century, the great chieftain Hugh O’ Donnell wrote a poem about Ireland; the poem was a study about his great love for his country and his hopes and dreams he had for her. He referred to Ireland not as a country but as an aristocratic lady, Dark Rosaleen. The poem was later translated by James Clarence Mangan. This is reputed to be Hugh O’Donnell’s thoughts on Dark Rosaleen. My Dark Rosaleen by James Clarence Mangan sung by the first year music class and second year students. O my dark Rosaleen,   Do not sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green,   They march along the deep. There’s wine from the royal Pope,         5   Upon the ocean green; And Spanish ale shall give you hope,   My dark Rosaleen!   My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope,         10 Shall give you health and help, and hope,My dark Rosaleen Over hills, and through dales,   Have I roamed for your sake; To see your bright face clouded so,   Like all the mournful moon.         15 But yet when I will rear your throne   Again in golden sheen;...

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