| aughintober, northern ireland

Glasgow green, arena 6, the sun is out, we?re in the mix

TB there, Davy too, Brian, Noel, to name a few.

1620 is the time, APB to hit the line.

Pipes are good, no drones on, one hour left, won't be long

Drummers play, really clean, big stuff watching, pretty keen

Come together, play a tune, tempos good, playing soon

Reed is out, not a prob; it was Ruth, not Big Rob,

Wax it up, put it in, clean strike now, could we win?

20 mins, excited now, calm the nerves, don?t know how

The tuner?s out, the day is dry, do our best, we will try,

Bass is booming, tenors too; pitch is coming, right on queue

Off the road, in the muck, friends & family send good luck

Wee attack before the line, oops, bad start, but we?ll be fine

Pipes ready, off we go, up the hill, for our show

A big E, a solid start, play with brain, not with heart,

Sound is growing, with the sun, good so far, what a run

Drumming good, piping too, not much more, we can do

Finish clean, smile on face, Ryan?s next, with his mace

Happy times, craic & friends, such good times, why do they end?

Results are close; nerves are frayed, could this be a special day?

5th in world? Not too bad, get the sheets, were we bad?

We finished five from twenty nine, rain stopped, the sun did shine,

The worlds is over, heads are down, what a day in this town.