AnthemThe Serbian poet Jovan Sundečić, then secretary of Prince Nikola, sang the song "Bless Montenegro". The anthem was sung by the Serbian Singing Society "Jedinstvo" from Kotor, and the composer and choirmaster was Anton Schulz. Prince Nikola declared the song the national anthem. Since 1867, Prince Nikola's song "Onamo namo" has been used as a national anthem in Montenegro. In the shade of the palace elm, the young Prince Nikola talked with his dukes on the eve of St. Vitus' Day in 1867 in Cetinje. Two years after the death of Duke Mirko, the young prince Nikola, who was wondering about all the important affairs in Montenegro, talked both seriously and jokingly with four tribal chieftains in the pleasant shade of the palace elm. The dukes were sitting on beech logs, and the young prince walked in front of them, dressed in a baroque flowing suit, with a levora at his waist and a sword at his waist. "What kind of dukes are you, when you, Marko, there are Turks in Podgorica, you, Miljan, there are you and there in Berane, you, Jole, there are you and there in Spuž, and you, Šole, there are you and there in Kolašin!?", reproachfully, a little jokingly, more seriously, the young prince Nikola asks them, hitting himself on the back with the princely scepter and walking in front of the astonished dukes. "And what kind of person are you, bright Serbian prince, when you have Turks over there in Pec, over there in Djakovica, over there in Prizren, over there in Skopje, over there in Prilep!?", answered the bitchy duke Marko Miljanov Popović. Young prince Nikola said nothing to Marko's fierce question, he just hit his back with his scepter and went to the palace. The dukes just looked at each other, and Miljan Vukov said to Marko: "What angers him, Marko, with such a fierce question? "I answered him as he should have. As long as I know how to speak, I will not owe anyone a proper answer!", said Marko Miljanov. Not even an hour passed, and the young Lord returned to his knights in a good mood. They were glad that he returned so quickly and that his anger did not last long. The master walked in front of them and asked them with a smile: "Are you willing to hear the song I wrote, which my hero Marko Miljanov incited me to sing?" To which all four of them said in one voice: "We will be happy to hear it, bright master!" He took out a card with a poem from his belt, the young Prince, and began to read:

"There, 'come on, for those hills,

They say that the palace

of my emperor is destroyed; there, they say,

There was once a heroic gathering

There, 'come on! to see Prizren!

That's mine — I'll come home!

The dear old days are calling me there,

There I must go armed one day.

There, 'come on, for those hills,

Milošev, they say, resides in his grave!…

There!… My soul will find rest

When the Serb is no longer a slave."