| A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
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| A line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
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| «The man who would fight to the death cross over but he who that would live
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| better fly,»
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| And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy-nine
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| Hi! |
| Up! |
| Santa Anna, we’re killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas
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| will know and remember the Alamo!
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| Jim Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry
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| From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply
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| And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'
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| The challenge was fierce in his eye
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| For Texas and freedom, a man more than willin' to die
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| Hi! |
| Up! |
| Santa Anna, we’re killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas
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| will know and remember the Alamo!
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| A courier sent to the battlements, bloody and loud
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| With words of fare well in the letters he carried were proud
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| «Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin' if Texas is sovereign and free
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| We’ll never surrender and ever will liberty be!»
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| Hi! |
| Up! |
| Santa Anna, we’re killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas
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| will know and remember the Alamo!
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| Remember the Alamo! |
| Remember the Alamo! |
| Remember the Alamo! |