Remember the Alamo (V)

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travers to die,
By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh.
A man that crossed over the line was for glory,
And he that was left better fly,
And over the line crossed a hundred and seventy nine.

Chorus
Hey, Up, Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below,
So the rest of Texas will know, and remember the Alamo.

Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his powder were dry,
But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply.
Young Davey Crockett lay laughing and dying,
The blood and the sweat in his eyes,
For Texas and freedom a man was more willing to die.

Chorus
Hey, Up, Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below,
So the rest of Texas will know, and remember the Alamo.

A courier came to battle, once bloody and loud.
And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd.
Fear not, little darling, of dying, if the world is sovereign and free,
For, we’ll fight to the last for as long as liberty be.

Chorus
Hey, Up, Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below,
So the rest of Texas will know, and remember the Alamo.