POSTSCRIPT (continued 2)

“Ahmet Bey, the Beautiful! O! O! Ahmet Bey! [they sing]. Ahmet, the Son of the Mountain Eagle! His wings spread out and cover us, The shadow of his wings is over us, His claws are terrible to our foes. Ahmet Bey, the Beautiful! O! O! Ahmet Bey! The men of Dibra came with their rifles, Elez Jusuf, the chief of the Dibra, Mustapha Kruja and Zija Dibra, The Toptani family, curse of Albania, Hamid Toptani, with nine hundred soldiers, Nine hundred soldiers armed by Italians, Came from Durazzo to murder Albania. Ahmet Bey, the Beautiful! O! O! Ahmet Bey! “Elez Jusuf goes back to the Dibra, Besa of peace he has given to Ahmet. Hamid Toptani flees through the mountains, Cursed be the trees that give him hiding. Zija Dibra is sent to Stamboul, Zija Dibra, exiled from Dibra. Five thousand napoleons, fine of Durazzo, Five thousand napoleons, fine of Tirana. Five villages burned. Let the market place tell Names of the men who were hanged there at dawn. “Ahmet Bey, the Beautiful! O! O! Ahmet Bey! He set three hundred men to work on the roads, He built a good road from Tirana to Durazzo, He makes electric lights in the capital of Albania. O! O! Ahmet Bey, the Beautiful! O! Ahmet Bey!”