Boys Fire the Tricot Lyrics

*See the distant cloud
Then you feel so pround
Blessing approaching
It will come with sting
**Like a sommelier
Taste the tears in may
Misfortune comes like the moon
But then it sets to soon
Unlike a red balloon
***Hey, boys! Fire the tricot
Leave it by the portico
Our token on the hill
Full of bitter will
Breathed the winter's chill
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and it's flaming still