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 fight 'til the death cross over
But him who would live better fly
And over his line went a hundred and seventy-nine
Chorus:
Hi! Up! Santy Anno, we're killin' your soldiers below
That men wherever they go
Will remember the Alamo
Old Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry
And young Davy Crockett was singin' and laughin'
With gallantry fierce in his eye
For God and for freedom, a man more than willin' to die
Chorus
They sent a young scout to the battlements, bloody and
loud
The words of farewell in the letters he carried were
proud
With the words of farewell from a garrison gallant and
proud
"Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin'
If Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be"