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 Marko leapt lightly to his feet, He turned him about two times and three times, And all the castle shook to its foundations. Then he pulled out his rusty sabre, From right to left he swung it. And hewed off Mina's head! Then he cried with a loud voice: "Charge now, my labourers! Mina of Kostura is no more!" The three hundred janissaries hurled forward Against the stronghold of Mina of Kostura. They plundered his white manor, They plundered it, yea, and burnt it with fire! Marko took his faithful wife, He took Mina's treasure also, And went his ways to white Prilep, Singing and ever singing.