Hear my salvo, the Bey of Bolu
It’s time to take the hills and get settled
The hewghing of arrows and clatter of shields
Must make the mountains reverberated.
The enemy came, lined up for me,
Our fate is sealed with misfortune
The musket came forth, chivalry lost caste,
Scimitar be to rust away in the sheath.
Will Köroglou give a black eye to himself again
Beating most on the battlefield
With the slabber of dapple-grey and enemy’s blood,
My boots be to filled, my shalwar get wet.
