Fragments of Kosovo Ballads 2
Bitter was the tsar's curse to hear; aye! and a word of woe:
" Who comes not to the battle with me at Kosovo,
Let nothing grow beneath his hand in the field that he shall till;
Let not the white wheat spring in the field, nor the vine shoot on the hill! "
" Who comes not to the battle with me at Kosovo,
Let nothing grow beneath his hand in the field that he shall till;
Let not the white wheat spring in the field, nor the vine shoot on the hill! "
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