A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
The man who would fight to the death crossed over
But him that would live, better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine
Ay Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Though Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry
From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply
And brave David Crockett was singing and laughing
With gallantry fears in his eyes
For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die
Ay Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
They sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
"Don't grieve little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be"
Ay Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Will remember the Alamo, will remember the Alamo
compositores: Jane Bowers
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