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(birds singing)

- (wind whooshing) - (leaves rustling)

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(insects buzzing)

- (wind whooshing) - (thunder rumbling)

(croaking)

Narrator: "I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow.

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings."

(honking)

(grunting)

The restless poet William Butler Yeats found peace in wild places.

Like many great Irish writers,

he felt a spiritual current that surges through this land.

Nowhere else does every brush with nature feel so intense...

...so full of life.

(seagulls squawking)

The poetry of Yeats, which evokes

the essence of Ireland, still inspires many of our writers.

Manchan: I write in a house of mud, straw and stone

with a roof of clay and grass, created from the soil of Ireland.

If I'm speaking Irish, my name is "Man-a-han."

If I'm speaking English, I say "Mon-con."

Who wants a banana?

You want a banana?

(pigs snorting)

(voice-over): As I tend my pigs and vegetables,

I'm rooted in a long tradition.

For centuries, our farmers have been coaxing

green shoots out of this rocky soil.

This land, this lush island of Ireland

has always fed us and nourished our soul.

(reeds rustling)

(woman singing in Gaelic)

♪ ♪

Narrator: This emerald-green island,

where I was born, is a kind of paradise.

(singing continues)

♪ ♪

When the first history of our island was written,

it was called "The Book of Invasions."

Outsiders came here, attracted by its beauty, and its rich soil.

The Vikings came, then the Normans.

Out of our rocky soil, we built massive fortresses

and walls to keep us safe.

But the invaders, they came anyway...

Nine invasions in all.

Some newcomers built grandiose mansions on the best lands,

pushing the Irish people aside.

For centuries, we fought them in vain,

skirmish after skirmish, until an independence movement freed Southern Ireland.

All the while, we longed for peace between regions, peace between religions.

Then, in 1998, all clashing parties signed the

Belfast Peace Agreement, changing Ireland forever.

We were finally able to look to the future with joy in our hearts.

This was a new Ireland.

(bird calling)

To help the healing process, a growing network of young Irish musicians

from both north and south have joined forces to spread musical harmony.

(playing jazz)

Their adventures will be the focus of Manchan's next book.

Manchan (voice-over): These kids are different.

They have a whole new confidence.

This is a new generation of Irish.

It's a new Ireland.

(Noah groans)

Manchan (voice-over): Rhiannon grew up in Northern Ireland,

which is part of the United Kingdom.

Her parents lived through the angry years.

The others are from the south, the Republic of Ireland.

Noah wants to become a rock star.

He plays three instruments and he sings.

Noah: Ah!

Rhiannon: I think... I don't know where we are.

Manchan: Osama is an example of the new Ireland.

He's Irish Lebanese.

He hopes to be a computer scientist.

Molly: Osama!

- Osama! - Yeah!

Manchan: And Molly is a linguist.

She proudly speaks Gaelic.

She wants to keep our language alive.

Through their music, these kids are trying to push the past aside.

In ten days, they'll play a recital in the North, for the President of Ireland.

And we're all gonna head up there together

so that I can learn more about them for my book.

Noah: Oh, yeah.

(chattering)

Lovely.

Did you say "Kildare"?

Adare.

Adare. A-D.

Manchan: Their mentor, Patricia Treacy, will help me on the trip.

You don't need those machines. Everything is laid out here.

Look at that. Like, there's nothing that isn't...

(voice-over): And for this, I'm really grateful,

because... (chuckles) ...traveling with teenagers

is kind of daunting for me.

Manchan, your map's upside-down.

(laughs)

(voice-over): Our first stop is Ireland's capital, Dublin...

(birds chirping)

...which has the largest urban park in Europe.

Dublin is a sophisticated city of music,

great gastronomic experiences and fun.

And, you know, then you get to the urban place

where everyone gathers, and there's this energy.

Like, and it's no surprise that all the great music...

(voice-over): We Irish live and breathe stories.

Always have. They help us come to terms

with the tragedies which once plagued us.

Go.

(laughs)

Oh, you still jumped?

(applause)

(voice-over): We love our writers so much

that we even have street parties to celebrate them.

"Alarmed face asks me."

Manchan: Today we're dressing up in honor

of the great James Joyce.

"And the garters were blue to match

on account of the transparent

and they all saw it and shouted to...

(gasps) look, look, there it was."

(applause)

Manchan (voice-over): In Dublin's center

stands the 400-year-old university

Trinity College, treasure house of stories and learning.

Just love these wonderful colors in the front.

Spectacular.

And, imagine, we're right in the...

(speaking indistinctly)

(voice-over): This vast collection of books

once represented a significant proportion

of the entire acquired knowledge of the human race.

In pride of place is one of Ireland's most valued treasures,

the Book of Kells, one of the most precious objects in the Western world.

It's principally the Gospels written out by hand in the old Gaelic script by Irish monks.

But you can see, the monks got pretty obsessed

in decorating every inch of the pages.

(birds chirping)

These four teens were born

after the peace treaty was signed.

So all of the dark, troubled years

don't seem to weigh them down.

They seem lighthearted and carefree.

♪ What is that you say? Brit-Britney Spears, uh-huh ♪

- ♪ Boo, no, Frankenstein ♪ - ♪ Frankenstein ♪

♪ Frank-Frankenstein, bzz ♪

♪ Frankenstein, Frank-Frankenstein, bzz ♪

♪ Boogaloo, boo-boogaloo, whoo ♪

♪ Boogaloo, boo, please ♪

♪ My name is Joe, all right? Are you busy? And I said ♪

♪ Right button, left button, head, toe ♪

- (muffled singing) - (laughing)

♪ And I said yes. ♪

♪ And it's no, nay, never ♪

♪ No, nay, never, no more ♪

♪ Will I play the wild rover ♪

♪ No, never, no more ♪

Machan: I learned fast that you have to keep kids exhausted.

But in Ireland, that's sort of easy.

We love all sports, especially Irish hurling.

And there's the best golfing in the world.

♪ I went to an alehouse ♪

♪ I used to frequent ♪

♪ And I told the landlady ♪

♪ My money was spent ♪

♪ I asked her for credit ♪

♪ She answered me nay ♪

♪ Sure, a custom like yours ♪

♪ I can have any day ♪

♪ And it's no... ♪

Manchan (voice-over): As we head for the Atlantic Coast,

we pass some of Ireland's 400 castles.

Many are now hotels where Irish Americans like Ronald Reagan

and Joe Biden have stayed.

♪ No, never ♪

♪ No more... ♪

Narrator: The sleepy little harbor of Portmagee

in County Kerry is the gateway

to an unforgettable voyage back in time.

From here, Manchan will take the teenagers

to two magical islands, where a thousand years of Irish history

still lives and breathes.

♪ And it's no, nay, never ♪

♪ No, nay, never, no more ♪

Manchan (voice-over): And the kids have no idea

what they're getting into.

♪ Never ♪

♪ No more. ♪

(birds calling)

The towering rocks of Little Skellig

are the first stop for migrating birds

crossing the ocean from the Americas.

These whooper swans just arrived.

(honking)

These big guys, five feet long,

are so heavy that their legs barely support them on land.

(honking)

And this is one of the largest colonies of gannets in the world.

(squawking)

The Skelligs are also home to one of my favorite creatures, puffins.

(grunting)

Narrator: Male and female puffins mate for life.

(grunting)

-(squeaking)

-(grunting)

Scientists have recently discovered

that their beaks are fluorescent.

They glow at night.

(squawking)

Puffins live in burrows.

It's really difficult to count them,

Which means it's very hard to get population estimates.

Narrator: The scientists Mark and Martha

come here to count the puffins,

even the baby chicks hiding in their burrows

- in the ground. - It's got a camera.

-(squeaking)

Martha: And there we have it, a little chick.

Rhiannon: Aw, there's a little chick.

-Aw. -(chuckles)

Martha: And puffin chicks are actually called pufflings.

- Aw. That's lovely. - They don't resemble their parents at all.

Rhiannon: Aw, that's really cute.

Manchan: Sadly, puffin numbers are dwindling.

(woman vocalizing)

Narrator: The Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw described

the main island, Skellig Michael, as "part of our dream world."

Half monastery, half fortress,

this place guards our deepest spiritual roots.

(seabirds calling)

You can feel it in every rock you touch.

(woman vocalizing)

Perhaps that's the reason two "Star Wars" films were shot here.

Manchan (voice-over): The climb to the top is so demanding.

But my mind becomes obsessed

with the people who created this remote island sanctuary.

Here, patient monks, like those who created the "Book of Kells,"

could feel closest to God.

We just go around that bend, -and then we're there.

-Oh, okay.

Manchan: Yeah.

If we could pray to Saint Michael, and everybody.

Rhiannon: And so we pray.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Manchan: Oh, my knees.

Almost there.

I'm gonna take a rest at the top.

(wind whistling)

(seagulls squawking)

Narrator: More than a thousand years ago,

Europe was engulfed by a cloak of darkness called the Dark Ages.

Books were burned, wars raged, cultures were destroyed.

But when this island was invaded,

the monks successfully hid the priceless books, and fought the Vikings off.

Here, one passageway called the Needle's Eye

was almost impenetrable, offering an ideal spot to safeguard

the priceless manuscripts from the Greeks, and from the Romans.

(woman vocalizing)

♪ ♪

Noah (voice-over): Something very peaceful about

being out in the middle of nowhere, to be honest.

(chuckles)

Manchan (voice-over): At the top, we all feel something special.

This truly is a power-place of inspiration.

♪ ♪

Rhiannon: Manchan is right.

The island really has a touch of magic.

(seagulls squawking)

Narrator: Ireland was, for some time,

a lighthouse of ideas and knowledge shining out,

steering people back out of the darkness.

Some historians claim that the Irish monks here

and elsewhere bravely saved Western civilization.

I hear some of that idealistic spirit in the Ireland of today.

Manchan (voice-over): We drive along the Wild Atlantic Way,

heading towards the famous Cliffs of Moher.

(woman singing in Gaelic)

♪ ♪

Manchan: This majestic, eight-mile-long

wall of stone rises above the Atlantic Ocean.

Noah (voice-over): Looking down, 500 feet above,

you get an adrenaline rush

that's completely unmatched.

Manchan: Be careful, be careful.

Osama: Ooh, yeah.

Noah: Come on, jump in and see.

(Osama laughs)

Noah (voice-over): I mean, what a drop.

Manchan (voice-over): When I was young,

like every Irish child, I learned about a hero called Oisin

and his mythical quest to find an island beyond these cliffs.

The land of eternal youth and joy.

With stories like these, we got through the dark times.

And now, we're rising towards the light again.

(woman vocalizing)

Oh, my.

Noah (voice-over): To get to Ireland's most infamous wave,

surfers descend the cliff down a narrow path.

One of those surfers is Fergal Smith, an Irishman.

Fergal is a shining example of the new Ireland.

After six years on the World Surfing Tour,

with plenty of wins, he gave up his surfing career

to come home and work on his organic farm.

Ireland's soil.

Fergal Smith: I knew exactly what I needed to do.

I needed to get back to the land

and start doing purposeful work;

work that's of real benefit for the soil.

And if we can create this better soil,

then we have healthier people, healthier community,

but most of all, we've got a future.

(conversation indistinct)

Manchan (voice-over): Fergal tells us about

how we're now finding nutritional and medicinal benefits of our wild seaweed.

There were times in history when we Irish

didn't have enough to eat.

Our survival depended on just one single crop: potatoes.

We ate... (laughs) We ate them

morning, noon and night.

In the 1840s, when the potato crop failed,

a million died of disease and starvation.

Two million emigrated, mostly to America.

It copper-fastened a connection

to the United States that has grown stronger

and more potent with every year.

Today, we're... (laughs) ...we're becoming foodies.

- This looks unreal. - Yeah.

(speaks indistinctly)

Narrator: The poet Yeats wrote,

"The world is full of magic things patiently waiting for our senses

to grow sharper."

-(dog barking)

-(sheep bleating)

Our emerald isle seems to have magic in its soil.

The Irish always had a belief in the other world.

The spirit realm. The sanctity of nature.

Manchan (voice-over): Our ancestors saw a divine presence in everything.

Every leaf, every raindrop.

Every single thorn on a blackberry bush.

And if one goes through the world

with that mindset, it sort of affects how you do

so much of what you do.

(bleating)

(trumpeting)

On the first of May every year...

Manchan: This is what we've been doing.

People have been getting up at cock-crow,

and then you either wash your face,

or you roll your entire body

- in the early morning dew. - A bit cold.

Well, if you want, you can strip off,

but I'm just gonna... At this hour, though,

I'm just gonna do my face.

So you find whatever dew

that's been left on the grass...

(voice-over): Ireland is alive with an invisible presence.

Manchan: Okay, now, rub them...

(voice-over): A playful, healing spirit.

And I'm hoping that a bit of that

might rub off on the kids.

Rhiannon (voice-over): My skin felt amazing afterwards.

There. You are now guaranteed

beauty and health for the whole year.

I already have beauty and health. Anything else?

- (Manchan laughs) - Money?

Don't thank me. You're all right, you're welcome.

Least I could do.

(Noah laughs)

Manchan (voice-over): I really love how the poet Yeats

writes about Ireland.

About its hidden magic beauty,

its wild coastline, its mythical waterfalls.

And the pure, warped genius

and idealism of its people.

Even Yeats' grave is poetic.

"Cast a cold eye on life, on death, horseman pass by."

Basically, like, he saw himself as

channeling the essence of Ireland.

So that was what was important, not him.

So just ignore life, ignore death, move on by.

So the horsemen are just us, you know.

We're meant to just forget about it,

which we should do, and just move on

and find our own essence of Ireland.

The kids are finally speaking up about

which Irish places they want to see.

Like the beach that offers surfing lessons, for beginners.

♪ She played the fiddle in an Irish band ♪

♪ But she fell in love with an Englishman ♪

♪ Kissed her on the neck ♪

♪ And then I took her by the hand ♪

♪ Said, "Baby, I just want to dance" ♪

♪ I met her on Grafton Street ♪

♪ Right outside of the bar, she shared a cigarette ♪

♪ With me while her brother played the guitar ♪

♪ She asked me what does it mean ♪

♪ The Gaelic ink on your arm? ♪

♪ Said it was one of my friend's songs ♪

♪ Do you want to drink on? ♪

♪ She took Jamie as a chaser... ♪

MOLLY (voice-over): I absolutely loved

- learning how to surf. - (whooping)

♪ Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar ♪

♪ Then put Van on the jukebox ♪

♪ Got up to dance, you know ♪

♪ She played her fiddle in an Irish band ♪

♪ But she fell in love with an Englishman ♪

♪ Kissed her on the neck ♪

♪ And then I took her by the hand ♪

♪ Said, "Baby, I just want to dance ♪

♪ With my pretty little Galway girl ♪

(kids whooping)

♪ 'Cause you're my pretty little Galway girl ♪

♪ You know she beat me at darts ♪

♪ And then she beat me at pool ♪

♪ And then she kissed me like there was ♪

♪ Nobody else in the room ♪

♪ As last orders were called ♪

♪ Was when she stood on the stool ♪

♪ After dancing to ceilidh ♪

♪ Singing to trad tunes ♪

♪ I never heard "Carrickfergus" ♪

♪ Ever sung so sweet ♪

♪ A capella in the bar ♪

♪ Using her feet for a beat ♪

♪ Oh, I could have that voice playing ♪

- ♪ On repeat for a week ♪ - (indistinct)

♪ And in this packed out room ♪

♪ Swear she was singing to me ♪

♪ You know she played her fiddle ♪

♪ In an Irish band ♪

♪ But she fell in love with an Englishman ♪

♪ Kissed her on the neck and then ♪

♪ I took her by the hand ♪

♪ Said, "Baby, I just want to dance" ♪

♪ My pretty little... ♪

Narrator: Redheads are celebrated here.

We have five times more than any other place

- on Planet Earth. - (all cheering)

Rhiannon: A bit ago, we all kissed

the Blarney Stone.

That's it. Hold onto the bar.

Narrator: Legend says that when you kiss

the Blarney Stone, you're forever blessed with the gift of gab.

Rhiannon: And now the boys will not shut up.

Both: Moo!

Moo. You know me, I-I like to talk.

(laughter)

(video plays indistinctly)

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

Manchan (voice-over): Years ago, I did a show on Irish TV

to get us all to at least try to speak

the Irish language, Gaelic, a little more to keep it alive.

(speaking Gaelic)

I wasn't caring about my fashion.

I was trying to make a point

about the language, you know.

(speaking Gaelic)

No sprachen the...

- "No sprachen." - "No sprachen!"

No sprachen the Irish.

Manchan (voice-over): I tried, in a humorous way,

to show that our Gaelic language may be dying.

Our native tongue carries ancient codes

of who we are.

In Galway, we stop to listen to a man

who is committed to saving the Gaelic language:

our president, Michael D. Higgins.

It's a treat for the kids to hear him speak,

as they'll play a concert for him later.

(man speaking Gaelic)

Manchan: Gaelic stories are treasures

that help heal our troubled past.

As we head north, we'll be crossing

the invisible border that splits the island into two parts.

As we leave the Republic of Ireland, we enter Northern Ireland.

♪ ♪

For Noah, Osama and Molly, it's another country.

For Rhiannon, this is home.

Rhiannon (voice-over): I wanted to bring everyone to a rope bridge.

It was built long ago by a fisherman.

Manchan: Hold on for dear life.

I don't know about you, Rhiannon, but I'm not liking this.

Patricia: Nearly there.

Nearly there.

I'm not liking it one bit.

Narrator: The fisherman who built the bridge

did so to store his boat in a safe spot.

Sometimes, the way ahead is precarious, but we go anyway.

Manchan (voice-over): Today we're on our way

to UNESCO World Heritage Site.

Aw, dude, I love Giant's Causeway. Oh, I love it.

Manchan: ♪ The mist rollin' over the sea... ♪

(voice-over): The Giant's Causeway is said

to have been built by our greatest hero,

Fionn Mac Cumhaill, to protect us from an evil giant.

Rhiannon: Our guide tells a different explanation.

Jennifer explains that the basalt rock formations

were created by volcanic eruptions about 60 million years ago.

Jennifer: These eruptions erupted into a lava lake.

So imagine it's contracting as it cools.

And because it's a homogeneous composition,

as it contracts, it forms these 90-degree angles.

So you can probably see them here.

- Yeah. - It either formed a six-sided shape,

a five-sided shape, or I think there's some

seven- and eight-sided shapes.

Noah: The slower it cools,

the more hexagonal the shape of it.

Jennifer: Yeah, the more time it has, and form its shapes.

Osama (voice-over): Jennifer said there are about

40,000 of these basalt columns.

This place is huge, and it's amazing.

You're gonna have to just go for it. (chuckles)

Now, Osama. Now, now, now!

Quick, quick, quick. Go, go, go.

Yay!

I am shocked.

Manchan: In the past, we used our mythology

to explain things that we didn't fully understand.

(indistinct chatter)

Ancient stories help make sense of life.

Music and song can do that, too.

I'd love to welcome you today

to our little band of musicians.

We're gonna play a tune for you.

(playing "Danny Boy")

♪ ♪

Rhiannon (voice-over): I'm really excited to

show my friends where I grew up.

♪ ♪

♪ But come ye back ♪

♪ When summer's in the meadow ♪

♪ Or when the valley's hushed ♪

♪ And white with snow ♪

Narrator: During the Northern Ireland conflict,

a wall was built through Belfast city

to protect rival communities from each other.

Though she was raised here,

Rhiannon has never seen the wall until now.

♪ Danny boy, oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ I love you so... ♪

Rhiannon: The Troubles are a distant memory for most,

but the wall is a reminder of the constant scar that they've left.

Narrator: Today, Northern Ireland is at peace.

In the city of Derry, there's now this elegant

bridge connecting what were once warring communities.

It's a curved bridge.

Why? Because the road to peace is never easy or straight.

♪ The place where I am lying ♪

♪ And kneel and say ♪

♪ An "Ave" there for me ♪

♪ And I shall hear... ♪

Narrator: We've had a long history of conflict,

but now the whole island of Ireland is

embracing peace as one people, united by our youth.

♪ And all my grave ♪

♪ Will warmer, sweeter be ♪

♪ For you will bend ♪

♪ And tell me that you love me... ♪

Rhiannon (voice-over): A very important thing

we learned is how to listen to each other, closely.

And that's true of everything in life.

We can't work together as one if we don't listen.

♪ And I shall sleep in peace ♪

♪ Until you come ♪

♪ To ♪

♪ Me. ♪

Osama (voice-over): Even though we all come from

these different backgrounds, it really feels like a family.

Narrator: The Irish family is coming home.

You can feel it in the air.

♪ ♪

For Manchan and his young friends,

Belfast is the natural end point of their pilgrimage.

This once-bleak city, so full of strife and turmoil, is now alive

with a new spirit of harmony.

Manchan (voice-over): This is the first time

I've been to Belfast in years, and it feels like a new city.

Younger. More vibrant.

Narrator: I grew up roaming these fields

and forests, where "Game of Thrones" was filmed.

As more people discover her secret places, Northern Ireland

blossoms, which, I have to tell you, does my heart good.

Manchan (voice-over): For these four musicians,

playing for the president of Ireland was the highlight of the whole trip.

♪ ♪

Narrator: Over the past month,

the four kids and their mentor,

Patricia Treacy, have inspired people

with their music all over our island.

These kids are building toward the future.

As the poet Seamus Heaney would say,

a future where the new and the old,

where hope and history can rhyme.

Like the tenacious Irish farmers of old,

these idealistic young musicians

have made little green shoots of hope start sprouting.

Manchan (voice-over): Seeing them play Irish music

for our president, it just hits me out of the blue

that I am so proud of my four young friends.

(applause)

Just being with these kids has shown me

that when your heart breaks free of the past,

love can actually grow inside.

("Dreams" by the Cranberries playing)

♪ ♪

Whoo!

- (cheers and applause) - That's good.

Oh, come on, Moko.

Narrator: Manchan spent his youth

traveling the world, and writing books

about the experience.

...own my food, and then it'd be lovely

to have enough food that you could just...

Before this we'd seen the forest was being cut away

more and more by local farmers,

and we were scared. But this area...

Narrator: Now, as he's gotten to know

these four musicians...

the theme for his book has become clear.

The young are creating a new Ireland.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

♪ And, oh, my dreams ♪

♪ It's never quite as it seems ♪

♪ Never quite as it seems ♪

(indistinct conversation)

♪ I know I felt like this before ♪

♪ But now I'm feeling it even more ♪

♪ Because it came from you ♪

Ooh!

♪ Then I open up and see ♪

♪ The person falling here is me ♪

♪ A different way to be ♪

(vocalizing)

Narrator: The poet Yeats urged us

to find our own essence of Ireland.

And the young in Ireland are doing just that.

♪ And now I tell you openly ♪

♪ You have my heart so don't hurt me ♪

♪ You're what I couldn't find... ♪

Narrator: And like the monks of Skellig Island,

these kids and their fresh spirit

have become a beacon of hope for the world.

♪ You're everything to me ♪

♪ Dream to me ♪

(cheering)

(clapping in time)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(singer vocalizing)

(indistinct chatter)

(singer vocalizing)

(indistinct conversation)

Look at you.

One, two, three.

(laughter)