A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh
The man who would fight to the death cross over,
But he that would live better fly.
So over the line when a hundred and seventy-nine.

Hie up, Santa Anna! We're killing your soldiers below!
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember the Alamo.

Jim Bowie lay dying; his powder was bloody and dry.
Though flat on his back, he killed a few in reply.
And young Davy Crockett was laughing and singing!
The challenge was fierce in his eyes!
For Texas and freedom no man was more willing to die!

Hie up, Santa Anna! We're killing your soldiers below!
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember the Alamo.

The courier sent from the battle so bloody and loud--
The words of farewell in the letters he carried were proud:
"Remember my darling my dying!
Till Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender
And ever will liberty be!"

Hie up! anta Anna, we're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember the Alamo.

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