| 880 were challenged by Travis to die
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| By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh
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| A man that crossed over the line was for glory
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| And he that was left, better fly, and over the line crossed 179
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| Hey up Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
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| So the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo
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| Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his were dry
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| But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply
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| Young Davy Crockett lay laughin' and dyin'
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| The blood and the sweat in his eyes
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| For Texas and freedom, a man was more willin' to die
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| Hey up Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
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| So the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo
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| A courier came to a battle once bloody and loud
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| And found only skin and then bones where he once left a crowd
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| Fear not, little darling, of dying if the world is sovereign and free
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| For we’ll fight to the last for as long as liberty be Hey up Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
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| So the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo
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| And remember the Alamo |